His Majesty
Enter Baphomet
From the lake of ice
Came the devil himself
Surrounded by his apostles
Garnished in fur and wealth
They carried him upon a throne
Made of helices clade and blue
He shimmied down a red carpet
And danced with the pale lit moon
"We are all gathered here today
To commiserate our well being
With snow cones!"
Writer/s: Carousailor