Raise high the bridge and the gate
We don’t want to ever be late
Whip the horses much faster
We must serve the Master
And deliver him right to his fate
I love limericks and word play. Here, a familiar is delivering his Master to his fate/fete. As a devotee to ‘What We Do In The Shadows’, (both TV and cinema), I love how they portray the relationships between vampires and their human servants.
Outlaw Poetry 