Mister Tallinn and the virgin

To the tune of "Montezuma", by D.F. Alderson

Mister Tallinn

Met a virgin

On a Sunday noon.

Handsome Tallinn

Made the virgin

Have a heady swoon.

Transportation.

Strange location

Met the woken girl.

Wall cobblestones.

A floor of bones.

Smells suffice to hurl.

For that Tallinn

Was a felon,

Master of a cult.

Motives shady.

And the lady

Sacrifice occult.

Preparation.

Incantation.

Hooded figures glare.

A silver crown,

A purple gown,

She is made to wear.

Long procession.

Slow progression.

Come to the alter.

Mister Tallinn,

Nasty felon,

Reads from a psalter.

Insatiable!

Sensational!

A man of vision!

Mister Tallinn,

The hegemon,

On television.

Fate is spoken,

The death token

For the poor woman.

She sits in place,

With air of grace,

On her silk cushion.

Loud commotion!

Strong emotion!

Behold her betrothed!

Dedication,

Obligation,

Solemnly oathed!

Upon swift horse,

With gentle force,

He saves from the fire.

Then, heavy clout!

A mighty shout!

Tallinn on the pyre!

All mouths agape!

Lovers escape,

Amid cult surprise!

To see Hades:

Kidnap ladies.

Thus Tallinn's demise.