King, sorceror, witch Serpent, monkey, bitch! Face a similar fate Cum fossa et furca O’ death it rushes Eager to embrace Flowing and churning Downward it beckons in haste A pitiful struggle Fangs puncture eyes Whilst sinking under Teeth grate on bone Clouds of blood diluted Floating strips of flesh Cold and darkened depths Putrid, fetid fluid Panic! The mind unaware Final seconds Lungs gasp for air!