Francis

Believe me when I say

The end is upon us
As the basilisk awaits
It's breath welcomes the end.
Meredith thinks no more
As the horrors of the night pour
Pour from the heart of the noir
The nightmarish creature
Extending limbs with vicious teeth,
Mayhem in the woods.
Francis strays, far haunted by visions
Eluded by the freedom of death
His fate is a cruel one
This place is unwelcome Rome.
Hearts turned frost
The demon is in the fog
Broken bones and frozen blood
The sword once light, now mound
Is this the end, for the basilisk appears
Shrewd and as pale as the cold moon itself.
I hear it, I hear it
Hans Zimmer retreats to the concert
Before the diminuending excitement
Must come the crescendo of my life, he says.
Alas! It is but a man that appears
Strange, strange the fellow is naked
A white demon?
Thought they were all shrewd
and black as pit
The end is upon us,
Sure it is.
Kill the naked beast
Displace its members
The metallic blade eases in
The pale creature makes no sound
As it drinks from the cup of its fate,
It says
"Francis Francis, the end is upon us
Mine is here, yours, you know not."