pasta
CIRCLING BACK UPON US.The gears of lasagne spin further
and further apart.
Ever greater grows the gulf between carbonara,
And distance gives false hope of safety
But for the grim tidings this alfredo bearsThe vongole is almost upon us
Closing in from all sides,
Moving faster than the light
it snuffs with its passage,
fettechini echoes with the news of destruction.
penne(LOL) winding back upon itself.Waves of an army of linguini march this way in unison,
fat and cholesterol are its battle cries.
For I have known this darkness
and ate its embrace once before-
Horror best laid to restYet a Journey must commence
Look for the pasta, the keepers of the flame.
They will lead you to war, and perhaps, to victory