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There is a Goth king in a chair by the fireplace, playing his harp and singing very softly.
Mysterious magic -- awkwardly afflicted
Grim Goth in -- mischievous Milliways!
Frightening forces -- summoning song
Leaving language -- strangely silent.
Songwright seldom -- fails to find
Rolling rhymes and -- willing words.
Peaceful prose -- damnably deserted
Limping lips -- stuck to song!
Teja, hiding in his chair, hopes nobody will try to talk to him, because then, he'd most likely sprout rhyme and scanning alliterations again. Especially the eunuch -- the eunuch would, most likely find that infinitely funny...
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Mysterious magic -- awkwardly afflicted
Grim Goth in -- mischievous Milliways!
Frightening forces -- summoning song
Leaving language -- strangely silent.
Songwright seldom -- fails to find
Rolling rhymes and -- willing words.
Peaceful prose -- damnably deserted
Limping lips -- stuck to song!
Teja, hiding in his chair, hopes nobody will try to talk to him, because then, he'd most likely sprout rhyme and scanning alliterations again. Especially the eunuch -- the eunuch would, most likely find that infinitely funny...
[[Tinytag: Broadway Goes Brutal plot]]