how to eat radioactive glass

In the shadows deep, where darkness roams, There lies a food, elusive 'mongst the thrones. A twisted treat, known as "radioactive glass," they say, With powers vile, that none can sway.

Upon a plate of shadows black, The radioactive glass await, the midnight snack. A feast for those who dare partake, Their bones shall tingle, their souls shall quake.

With every bite, a wicked dance, As bones awaken, souls entranced. A tingling surge, a spectral trance, They see the beings from another stance.

Beyond the veil, the unseen gaze, They peer into the astral haze. Extra-dimensional forms they meet, In the haunting lands of visions sweet.

Yet with this gift, a cursed delight, For in their minds, the darkness bites. Their souls entwined with cosmic dread, A price paid for what was fed.

Whispers echo in the night, Secrets shared, their minds alight. Madness creeps, its grip entwined, The radioactive glass has altered heart and mind.

Beware the pleasures that it brings, The twisted dance, the song it sings. For once you've tasted of its might, Your world will shift, your day turns night.

In shadows dark, the radioactive glass abide, A food so strange, so dark, so wide. Let not your curiosity steer, Lest you succumb to the eerie cheer of radioactive glass.