Talk:I Am Sam/@comment-26846114-20150802010310

I read all through your little tale and wanted it to rhyme,

So I re-wrote it all as a poem, just to pass the time,

So do enjoy the story and I hope you get the creeps,

Read It for a little while and lose a lot of sleep: 

I have reached the gates of hell, I entered without fear,

I met the lord of all evil, he was a sweet old dear.

We talked together over a meal, of ale and flesh and ash,

And he and I, we made a deal, I returned home with a task.

665 souls I should reap, before my end is nigh,

And I shall be a Demon King and I shall reign on high.

My own legion I shall command, of the hated and the wretched,

I’d like to say that I am more than delighted by this perspective.

There is of course but one condition, one simple rule I follow,

I cannot just kill randomly, their souls would make me hollow.

The blood that I take must be made mine by an incantation,

But I made all your souls mine to take when I read it to the nation.

The spell that I had written down was placed inside a book,

The saying itself was childish and easy to overlook.

Your flesh is mine to chew upon, your bones I’ll grind away,

My name you have already heard, and for that you shall pay.

The incantation that I speak will bring about your doom,

No matter where you hide, I’ll still be waiting in the room.

A shadow in the corner of your eye, will become a man,

Your death will come swiftly at the hands of Sam I am.

'I am Sam. Sam I am.'