ceremonial magic

just name the monster and it bites your head

there's no protection from the angry crowd

once you have spoken and seen them uncowed

by tricks and weapons now is time for dread

too late for you as all your guards have fled

and you have gone far past what was allowed

all you can do is laugh at the last cloud

saying that there is time when all are dead

for those who have the duty to report

what you have done this unrelenting score

might drive them mad if the had open ears

but others wait to bring you into court

and say those words all know that you abhor

just loud enough to provoke all to tears