Mousy, quirky, quaint - that's me in a nuttshell,

Striving to become a saint - in a world thats burning in hell,

With words I like to paint - I have several stories to tell,

And though I'm surrounded by taint - my soul I'll never sell,

And as sin comes to fill the room - all but me it shall consume,

I watch the world smolder and fume - awaiting the impending doom,

Turning my back as darkness blooms - on demons who walk in men costumes,

And when it is time to meet my tomb - I pray I'll be greeted my angel's plume,