Mary Weather was a troublesome woman
she always seemed to proceeded a storm
her skill of getting others backs up
was in my black war eyes
something to be admired
Her onyx exterior was heat resistant
she was a tempest in a teacup
so cold cool and so very dark
her warring stance was just an art
spitting treason like hailstones
Pure as night was Mary Weather
with a opal stare that could ****
I myself did witness her wonder
and if I left her to her ways
she would a spell put you under
She was made from a warlike mould
with a paladin spirit vast
so I sent my love to her in a letter
and as she opened it
bang, she was a dead Mary Weather
By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
Feb 15, 2014
Feb 15, 2014 at 7:06 PM UTC
Mary Weather was a troublesome woman
she always seemed to proceeded a storm
her skill of getting others backs up
was in my black war eyes
something to be admired
Her onyx exterior was heat resistant
she was a tempest in a teacup
so cold cool and so very dark
her warring stance was just an art
spitting treason like hailstones
Pure as night was Mary Weather
with a opal stare that could ****
I myself did witness her wonder
and if I left her to her ways
she would a spell put you under
She was made from a warlike mould
with a paladin spirit vast
so I sent my love to her in a letter
and as she opened it
bang, she was a dead Mary Weather
By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
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