It's a dark, dark night
As I approach in guise
Of how he imagined me, right?
With a scythe, in cloak, disguise-d!
I knock: bam, bam, bam
And I hear the fool down ram!
He opens the door:
With Enthusiasm
With expectations through the roof
But at the first sight,
Screaming, the door he slams:
So much for manners these days!
For thousands of years
I have seen tears
From equal of displeasure
Running after pleasure:
But none of such insolent as him.
He swears, he curses, he screams
at me
But when time comes,
I can't let thee be.
I grab him by the neck
Pulling him through the deck
Into the chariot;
I am the Harriet
From the stars
Scrolling the lights
For my next Scrolling stars.