Welcome To Opuss

Welcome to Opuss,
Let words be your guide,
For, now, this is the home,
Where you'll come to reside.

Come on in, don't be shy,
Take a chair (or the floor),
For, whatever your words,
We won't show you the door.

Now, this here is the living room,
Littered in books,
Where we take up our pens,
And we fill in the nooks.

Over here is the garden,
An inkwell of ice,
At the core of a maze,
With a bloodlust entice.

And, right here, you can see,
Where we harvest the crops,
There's free catnip for all,
(On behalf of the clocks.)

Find the fire of midnight,
Ensnared deep within,
The dark coven of ink,
Where we let the bats in.

What you see now's the kitchen,
We'll cook up a feast,
With a handful of words,
And some typesetting yeast.

And, now, here's the jacuzzi,
It's just a bit hot,
With some raunchy sauce lemons,
And all that whatnot.

When you're feeling exhausted,
Just jump into bed,
With a thousand ink kittens,
To nestle your head.

So, just welcome to Opuss,
Let words be your guide,
For, now, this is the home,
Where you'll come to reside.