So I wrote this poem...hahah
LILLEVAN
Pompous Miss Lillevan, how dost thou fare,
Your perception has changed, deep crimson soiled hair.
Yet you warm mine figure, giddy, settled in, quite vile,
With your warm scarlet drip, dripping, and I smile.
Upon auroral jade eyes, whose glare once cast such despise,
Now barren, blank, empty, rain weeping from the skies.
Your still torrid mass, maintains my dry nature,
Swaying, slowly, methodically, side to side from this timber.
Lillevan! How I detest your dwelling!
Uniquely now can I smirk, as your neck forms swelling.
Under thou I lie, drip, dripping on mine face ,
I would relocate my position, if I didn't prefer the taste .
Yes, 'twas I who knotted thy noose,
Concocted the conception, loathed thine abuse.
Your silhouette, haunting, draped in the wake,
And I thought to myself, "What beautiful art I can make."
What d'ya think?
LILLEVAN
Pompous Miss Lillevan, how dost thou fare,
Your perception has changed, deep crimson soiled hair.
Yet you warm mine figure, giddy, settled in, quite vile,
With your warm scarlet drip, dripping, and I smile.
Upon auroral jade eyes, whose glare once cast such despise,
Now barren, blank, empty, rain weeping from the skies.
Your still torrid mass, maintains my dry nature,
Swaying, slowly, methodically, side to side from this timber.
Lillevan! How I detest your dwelling!
Uniquely now can I smirk, as your neck forms swelling.
Under thou I lie, drip, dripping on mine face ,
I would relocate my position, if I didn't prefer the taste .
Yes, 'twas I who knotted thy noose,
Concocted the conception, loathed thine abuse.
Your silhouette, haunting, draped in the wake,
And I thought to myself, "What beautiful art I can make."
What d'ya think?