I am on a stall at the Satanic Christmas Fayre.
It is small
There isn’t many people
Satan is unpopular this year
And hasn’t bothered to show up
I’m not a Satan worshiper because I’m not a Christian
I’m a Pagan
I believe in many Gods
I’m particularly fond of Hazelnut trees
Maybe I’m a tree worshipper
Water is amazing!
A water worshipper
I shall write a song about it
There wouldn’t be much of me without trees and water
But I’m bored
And want to go home
Or be wrapped in a large blanket by an open fire with a large glass of rum and ginger, and sleep.
Instead I’ll try and take over people’s minds .
“Submit to my will!
Look into my eyes and see the infinite nothingness that awaits”
There’s a tall dark stranger standing in front of me who seems to be drawing a portrait of me…