AOC - the 500 sapphs and pop goes the firecracker league
Something for the 500 sapphs & pop goes the firecracker league to chew on while groveling in a hole in the ground behind their castle walls:
Like one, that on a lonesome road
Doth walk in fear and dread,
And having once turned round walks on,
And turns no more his head;
Because he knows, a frightful fiend
Doth close behind him tread.
These dreadful fiends are coming for you. Very soon.