Wonderful little peacocks falling down a hill. One by one their feathers break as their bones shake. A wings of fire, beak of blood. Disgusting stench grace your mouth. Taste the iron, taste the stale. Taste the demons within your hands. Walk down the stairs and close your doors. Look out for the heads unworn. The beautiful dance they presented, will lull you to eternal fair. A misleading conducted, a demon arise. A head left it's body unworn. Pale, black spiders walking inside, using the body as their nest. A food for rats, a food from mice, a wonderful soul flying around. A sun filled with maggots, a darkened star. What is it that you may found? A worn body, a worn head. A worn up being slashing their head. Find the key and you shall live. Wonderful little peacocks, do you think you can escape?
