Wealthy suits and glasses on,
Let us start a game, our own;
One second and we are gone
With it all, we become bone,
But do not think we are done
While you still sit on your throne.
We will chase from dusk to dawn
The one who killed the white fawn;
Oh my dear please do not frown,
You have the right to look down
But never to be perplexed
For we are the dark night’s son
And we strike in unison
Those who have our brother hexed.