In a blimp of brass and iron plate
He plots his rise and seals his fate
With top hat tall and eyes of gold
A Victorian villain, fierce and bold
A serpent’s coil, a tinkerer’s hand
To conquer all this lawless land
With Egg Boiz marching in a row
Ready for the grandest show
But beneath the hiss and the metal skin
Lay a lonely heart beneath the sin
A soul who stumbled, lost and wide
With no one standing by his side
He sought for power, sought for fame
To make the demons fear his name
Yet found his purpose, strange and new
In a hotel crew of a mismatched hue
From a clumsy foe to a loyal friend
He found a path he could defend
He traded his cannons and his pride
For the warmth of those on the inside
And when the heavens poured their light
He stood his ground and joined the fight
A noble sacrifice, a brave farewell
For the finest gentleman in all of Hell
But the story didn't end in dust
In mercy’s light and heaven’s trust
The serpent rose to a golden gate
To prove that it is never too late
With wings of white and a halo bright
He shines within the holy light
Sir Pentious, once a king of tin
The first to rise above his sin
Jan 16
Jan 16, 2026 at 12:13 AM UTC
In a blimp of brass and iron plate
He plots his rise and seals his fate
With top hat tall and eyes of gold
A Victorian villain, fierce and bold
A serpent’s coil, a tinkerer’s hand
To conquer all this lawless land
With Egg Boiz marching in a row
Ready for the grandest show
But beneath the hiss and the metal skin
Lay a lonely heart beneath the sin
A soul who stumbled, lost and wide
With no one standing by his side
He sought for power, sought for fame
To make the demons fear his name
Yet found his purpose, strange and new
In a hotel crew of a mismatched hue
From a clumsy foe to a loyal friend
He found a path he could defend
He traded his cannons and his pride
For the warmth of those on the inside
And when the heavens poured their light
He stood his ground and joined the fight
A noble sacrifice, a brave farewell
For the finest gentleman in all of Hell
But the story didn't end in dust
In mercy’s light and heaven’s trust
The serpent rose to a golden gate
To prove that it is never too late
With wings of white and a halo bright
He shines within the holy light
Sir Pentious, once a king of tin
The first to rise above his sin
I have a lot of these on multiple docs and I'm looking through all my docs and finding all my poems
