Lost in my path

During all hallows eve,

Into the palace of Tartarus.

Placed in a twisted game of Hades’,

 

With the furies and sirens loose and abound.

All is to perish by the ends of Gaia.

The devil himself appeared in sight,

 

Feeding me pomegranate seeds,

To keep me captive,

So like Orpheus I went,

Following my own Aphrodite out,

 

With metal beast contraption of my own to escape,

But solid it turned,

A curse of Midas’ touch.

 

Off we went to find a sign,

Asking of help from the winged god,

To make a quick getaway from death.

With luck on our side he granted our wish.

 

I saw the entrance of the haunted mansion

And all I could think was,

“Man, I got to stop drinking!”