• Of the clash,
    Of the sun,
    Oh so rash,
    And she was spun,
    By the dragon master's harp,
    Of the music of cursed likeness.
    Oh it was so sharp,
    But it was uninoccent righteousness.
    Oh how love is so dark,
    Like a fairy-tale werewolf's bark.
    Oh how love is love,
    On her imaginary pelican dove.....

    But slash!
    Of the dark elf's sword,
    In terror,
    Of her fantasy of lore.
    How it was of his fate,
    And of his hate,
    For her.....
    Oh how much of a gossip she was!
    But his love for her, the pelican -loving beast
    Now pause,
    For intimacy did grow!
    Of a fight between the beast,
    Like a robber-store clerk heist!
    And a dark elf,
    Who was as a cute doll on a shelf.

    A slash here,
    A bite there,
    A tails whip,
    And the Beast and elf did start to sip,
    Blood.....

    Mmmmmm.......
    Blood..........
    Suddenly they looked at each other and became friends again,
    And danced to the cursed music harp again,



    The End.