In the void where shadows dine,
Lies a cake not bound by time.
Blacker than the darkest night,
Layers deep, a chilling sight.
Candles flicker, black as coal,
Blood icing, swallowing whole.
Eyeballs stare with silent plea,
From their sockets, never free.
Rain of cakes, a storm's cruel jest,
Falling, crumbling at their behest.
Mixing blood with tears of rain,
Unearthly sweets, born of pain.
Teeth of dark matter, sharp and grim,
Carving fate on every whim.
Magic dark as deepest space,
In every bite, the void's embrace.
Feast upon this eerie sight,
A birthday bash by witch's light.
Beware the taste of cosmic fear,
For once you start, you disappear.