skeleton in a tux,spirit of death and luck, festive wicked vessel under hat, he who giveth no fuck your offering of rum awaits he who slasheth face Saturday beckons your call baron samedi upon mine knees I fall your veve adorned with feet of a foul anancii weaver of mysteries endowed spider spirit of he that walks with a limp keeper of the gate with a gimp lover of candy and tall tales baron samedi who avoided hell at the crossroads dancing with winds of demise eliminator of all I despise