~ a poem
Marion Madlass has come to town.
Everything is about to change.
More than a wizard or a warrior, a clown!
Everything will now go strange.
Wither, she carries it all around!
Through her, lost souls still persist.
Piles and piles of bodies, bound!
‘Lass, the last true-blue egoist.
Marion Madlass has come to flout.
Everyone you care about,
Every institution you uphold,
All the ideology that you cannot mold,
It all goes.
With the Madlass, anything goes.
If you are looking for something new,
Weep at her arrival for true.
If anyone asks — tell them she flew,
All that she wrought is for you!
