When you hear thunders echoing, and rain balks
Winter is coming, the most obscure Saison
An ominous shrouded dark man walks
With a sight of the devil’s liaison
What is the raison for that you may ask
Handsome, edgy, but a soul he lacks
Ambiguous Death serum in a flask
Vile to children, like the grinch with an axe
Rumors say that poor women he attracts
Are lying in his basement, tears dried
Hidden, gone, and nothing left but tracks
And to his commands they must abide
So beware of the dark man who will lurk
In the dark corners with a fooling smirk
