Ms. Morrighan’s Madness
— Edwin Chapman —


To Be Chanted Loudly Whilst Banging Something Hard.

 

When your gleaming eyes are gray and dull
and your ears with dust are stopt and full
and your flesh rots down to your snow white skull
I will come for you
I will come for you
When your hungry belly’s had its fill
and your trip-ping toes are blue and still
and you’ve done the nonsense that you will
I will come for you
I will come for you
When they hang a flag from your window sill
when they ditch your carcass on the hill
when the rats and ravens start to mill
I will come for you
I will come for you
When your heart’s thrown off its loving chill
and your mind is pure and so– sterile
when the bansidhes wail and the bone flutes trill
I will come for you
I will come for you
When your blood gets loose and your loose guts spill
when you’ve held down life’s last bitter pill
and you’re the last thing that you kill
I will come for you
I will come for you
When your throat has puked its morning swill
and your lungs have coughed their final ill
on your final day but not until
I will come for you
I will come for you
I will come for you when your cash is nil
with a payment due on an unpaid bill
and review your life like a movie still
I will come for you
I will come for you
I will write your name with my bloody quill
I will smash your face in my mac truck grill
I am cruel and crass and uncivil
I will come for you
I will come for you
I AM SENSUOUS I AM BEAUTIFUL
I AM MONSTEROUS AND ABOMINABLE
AND BECAUSE I AM INSATIABLE
I WILL COME FOR YOU
I WILL COME FOR YOU
MY RED WINGS TRY YOUR EV’RY SKILL
MY BLACK WINGS WIN EACH JACK AND JILL
AND MY WHITE WINGS TAKE YOU TO HIGH BRAZIL
AND I WILL COME
I WILL COME
I WILL COME
FOR YOU