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izzn Jun 2019
His eyes of twilight
will haunt your midnight
His devilish smile
will keep your angels tied

Even his red plaid shirt
is  full of dirt and darkness
He'll bite your neck
'cause he's that vicious

No point to resist
Says that, says this,
As ridiculous as it is,
You'll say yes, my sis

No mourn no grieve
'cause Nightosphere is where he lives
He is full of mystery
He is Marshall Lee
This one vampire king
will drink your heart's red in one sitting
then serenade you with his guitar strings
Enough to bring the Fiona out of your Fin.
Mary Frances Dec 2017
I took the seat across and breathe deeply
Trying to ignite the will to last the night to make it easy
Folios with galloping notes reflected my eyes
Ascribing them as you started rippling nice

Taking your place behind those keys
while I guard the front as it seems
You fiddled the catguts, and I learned their secrets
And as you edify, I got lost in the sequence

You exuded the decree to keep my valiance
I lodged around the shadows keeping my silence
Risking the chance that was left of me
As I chant the cadence with complexity

I ogled before you with such esteem
As my mind creeps alone towards glaucous dream
Wishing that in every thing written in the sky,
You will always be my Marshall and I am your Spy

— The End —