The pie of doom is here,
lurking in the shadows.
Crowding you with fear,
smiling as she swallows.
The atrox council gathered,
wondering what to do.
They'd rather not be bothered,
as pies are ready for chew !
A darkness on them falls,
then all their pies are vanished.
The pie of doom invades their walls,
and atrox power is banished.
"Show thy self" the council cries,
and a character appears.
"The pie of doom is pho" he says,
confirming all their fears.
The council's fear may not be all that is to be,
Though the pie of doom is here to make its call.
For the one thing thier Pho does not see,
For the Yummy pie of doom, is not big enough for all.
A mere two slices per atrox is pitful yet,
The atrox is big... his apetite not met.
The Pie of doom revived the atroxes biggest fear,
For not only was there to many who cared...
Maybe Pho's pie was also tainted with hair?
Maybe what she thinks she has.. isn't all there.
The pie that I use,
you may not consume.
For the pies you abuse,
anger the almighty pie of Doom.
If you had just one wish,
use it wish care.
For only with a wish,
Could you be saved from despair.
Dominating domnios, floating through you toes.
King of all the atroxes, maybe only Umber knows.
Kick and scream as you might,
The last thing you will see...
... Is the oven Light.
