Cauldron Black Ram Corpsebreath
The well gone corpse disguises as man enriched
Wearing trinkets of garlic
Bearing rose petals underskin
Beat thou breast in roaring defiance
Those bellows shall unveil them
Drop the petalless flower
For it yeilds not its comeliness
Nor picturesque semblance of the grandoise
Never love a corpse
Never breath its foulest... writhing breath