Worthless Remains

The temperature begins to fall

The Grandfather strikes twelve in the hall

Background noises stir your very soul

The entity moves to persuade or cajole

You do want it demands or requires

You can not fight its power or desires

It makes you walk up the stairs

To a bedroom where you lose all cares

You undress and lay on the four poster bed

There is not time for anything to be said

To feel sensations never experienced before

Drives you mad, shocking you to the core 

What it is like to lose all control to a spirit

Which, with its colossal power, knows no limit

It has used your entire being for its own ends

Now,to hell, your worthless remains it sends !