See the sepulchral ash, the sulphuric fume
See the primed portals set for me and you
See the smoke, the tea, the burnt residue
Just six more guests to speedily consume
Don’t fret, not yet
Never fear, my dear,
There’s not a shortage of fools in Bara-Du.
Written for Sadje’s What Do You See picture prompt, product of an eerily terrifying image combined with insomnia .