Orion The Hunter

Mirror, mirror, on the wall,
Who’s that stranger, dark and tall?
Bathed in shadow, with a creepy grin,
I don’t recall inviting him in.

If he’s here to rob my mind,
He’s fallen quite a few steps behind.
I have no wealth or goods to speak of,
I left it all to my ungrateful love.

The only thing I have left is my soul,
A very small, caustic lump of coal.
What is it he want’s, you say?
A pound of flesh? There’s just no way.

I think an introduction is in order,
Before I cross that unforgivable border.
Orion the Hunter, nice to meet you,
What is it that you plan to do?  

The death of thousands is ambitious,
And might I say, just a little vicious.
But I’m with you, one hundred percent,
We all need some way to vent.

So how do you propose we do it?
I don’t think I could shoot a bullet.
I feel more comfortable with a knife,
Stabbing, slicing, it feels nice.

So now this entity takes possession,
Committing genocide with jagged weapons.
When it’s all over what can I say?
They all deserved it, in every which way.