Вдохновение Астрала XIX. Правила и запись

Once upon a time, in a dark scary wood
Was living a hermit, and wearing the hood
His scar-covered face, always hidden from us
Made any stranger's eyes nervously fuss

The nature of living, of long-lasting being
Was for us the mistery, goddamn - for him
No name and no age and no even the look
He only was last seen while drinking from brook

Hundreds of years have passed as a shot
The story of hermit was told in dram-shop
Nobody connected that tale with the fact
What once per ten years young girl gets kidnapped

Magicians have always had way 'bout themselves
Liked more than society books on the shelves
And, living alone in the tall towers-stones
Were looking for secrets till buring their bones

The One was the Albert, the wisest of them
He made recipe of prolonging life gem
But soon he escaped, left the dozens of dead
Nobody survived, no magicians were left.

This way, what was found, made gem become red
In hands of the Albert it seemed to be threat
So, hooked on the gem, Albert also hooked head
And went killing people as hooked on the bread.

Young pretty girl Sandra was lovely lil kid
She loved all her parents, for sure, she did
But sometimes so stubborn she used to behave...
And one summer lunch time were wood on her way.

A lovely-sound brook she have reached on quite soon
But suddenly, lit like with light from the moon
A figure in cloak have stood on behind
No way what that day Albert was any kind...

The puzzle appeared complete on that day
The blood of the Sandra was last drop to pay
The gem and magician are now the same
His spirit is gone now, the body - in flame

Hello, i'm young Lord, i'm the Lord-Fairytale
Let's hug for this meeting and drink up some ale
I love telling stories and have one the best...
Get drunk, sit down here, prepare for rest.
My hero Snowwhite, please, can serve us some beer?
And please, get your clothes from bloody stains clear...