Zana

The guests who won’t leave, this house of the spirit, blast fire on our dreams, engage with bad news, push us to our limits, swallow some awful brew, they are like banshees, turn our bones to relics, invent terrible music sheets, know that love runs true, escape by ship this instant, make decisions on the blue, summon a horde to agree, what we gift we kill, by blessings of the sea, wild rejoicing still to do, spend our lives this minute, locked within this unholy crew, who hold all the ticket