Banquet - Audience

The night was plagued by storms

People came in swarms

Trying to keep warm

All to the house of the Overlord

Through the night they came

Came for food and game

The poor, weak, the lame

All to the house of the Overlord

All through the year they would work and they’d sweat

And wait for the time of the year

Wait for the time when the man from the mansion

Would open his house and appear

Wealthy and regal, inviting the people

To sit at the tables and dine

Drinking their health he would serve them himself

With his music, his food and his wine