Taking a sip from the last straw
Dream a little dream of you I’ve dreamed of us twice which is all very nice, but I wonder if I’ve missed the point. See there were some undead, commensurate dread, and a leader I didn’t annoint. We left two behind, the weak and the kind, I’m not sure I cared, I confess. The bloke [...]
All along the Clock tower Farewell and goodnight ended my show tonight, on the corner of west street and row. Under the steeple, I beg from the people, and slander them when they say no. Some civvies stop to buy sweets from the shop, so that’s when I go for the cash. Some of them [...]
The Autarch of the Glen Here is that man of the undisclosed clan, leading the charge of the brave. All tartan’d and tanned with alcohol banned he pulls at the ropes of his knave. Once he’s outside puff-chested with pride, he screams at the top of his voice. ‘AH SAY ONCE AGGEN, FER FREEDUM, MAH [...]