Guess who died,

Last night

In grey stockings,

In all might

It was no loss

The only god of mine.

He fell down,

Just to drown

In a sea

Of delight

To tame champagne

And creatures of the night.

As the water,

Took him over

Filled his lungs,

Inside out

I sold his gold

For flowers and rice.

Speaking fire,

He would hire

Pawns and peasants

Just like me

To feed upon the conquered ones

But now we are free.