• Is there life,
    Without being a wife,
    When being an alone Beast,
    Trapped in the body of the thing I do feast?

    Why is he there,
    And never here?
    Why am I alone?
    And hiding under a pillow shaped like a cone,
    Hiding and cowering at my love,
    For a beast like me,
    Shall eat no dove,
    Because it reminds me of my love,
    The Dark Elf,
    Whom I do pine,
    Is whom I do crush upon,
    Who is somehow wanted to be gone,
    By me,
    Why yes....
    Because it's like there is a line,
    To go to meet him at....
    Mostly "garls"...
    It's like he's nice to see,
    But all is too shy to meet,
    Him.......
    I like how dogs snarls,
    Just like I want to do.
    I like to pur,
    Just like a cat,
    I want no fur,
    But for him I might....
    For he is no knight,
    And he has no flight....

    And that is who I like.....

    The End.....