The sun drowns in the sea and stains the sky crimson
As moonlight now becomes the light to rule the evening
Skeletal remains lie black and charred amongst the ashes
Slowly the inferno is resurected from pyramid stacked bodies
Impaled on sticks, our dinner is burnt to taste
Melting bricks glow golden, reflecting the fire
Our delicacies are placed 'tween two loaves of honeysweet bread
And to appreciate the sweet taste, we drink the bitter rot of barely
Some things thought lost are found to be whole and undamaged
After all the white flesh is sacrificed we plan our next gathering
A journey to sleep near the palace of insane dictators
What new adventure will the end of the fifth day bring?
