A man named Seth Sanders
A hero in his own rite
After years of searching hard
Will get his wish tonight

He's known about the fearsome three
That protect us while we sleep
For going over thirty years
Yet he's never heard a peep

He advertises nightly
Sure that a special group will see
The secret in his menu
Of his true identity

He builds a man up with drink
He can break that same man down
He stirs in strength and vitality
Or clears men of their frown

The Serpent winds through the words
Alerting on the sign
On every vital noun and verb
That says he's not benign

Yes a dangerous man this soul could be
If in his heart he chose
To take a slightly darker path
And not see people grow

A message arrived without a stamp
With the morning post
That a special drink will be required tonight
By a man who is a ghost

But before the drink is tasked out
He must pass a test
The client has to see his work
Is never second best

At noon he waits in the alleyway
He's been told he will soon meet
The one he has been searching for
In a private meet-and-greet

At eight past noon he feels a pain
As his arm detatches from its base
He screams in pain as...