STONING GATE

Thick oak doors open wide
 beckoning children to come inside
 Mommie's calling, come in quick
 into the fog rolling thick
 Come to safety from the world
 greet the serpent that has uncurled
 Luring with love, blinding with hate
 leaving you nothing to contemplate
 Come to Castle Stoning Gate
 let our caretaker decide your fate
 Discriminating not against the good and rotten
 not one soul shall be forgotten
 Completing a carefully planned incision
 unleashing the Lord's relentless derision
 Failing to enact a clean kill
 all young babies blood will spill
 The castle's furnace roared ablaze
 in the fury of our killer's craze
 To feed the cold stone walls
 and rejuvenate the aging halls
 And to warm the spine-tingling chill
 our servant dumps bodies into the swill
 The blood boiled over to the floor
 and the thick oak doors moaned for more
 Seeping through to the castle's core
 replenishing its structure to the days of yore