"Oh marceline, my marceline,
what is it about a little sun's sheen
that scares you?"
"Is it that burn-at-touch like snow
or that slug-like swimming from below?"
"That shadow is no omen's crow --
and those little sunbeams shrill for a home."
"Let them sneak into your thighs, artery, vein,
and declare the black to cast a blacker rain."
Jan 22
Jan 22, 2026 at 4:06 AM UTC
"Oh marceline, my marceline,
what is it about a little sun's sheen
that scares you?"
"Is it that burn-at-touch like snow
or that slug-like swimming from below?"
"That shadow is no omen's crow --
and those little sunbeams shrill for a home."
"Let them sneak into your thighs, artery, vein,
and declare the black to cast a blacker rain."