V5

Cast be thy fate to live in exile

Bated be your fair fluffed fleece

Face of said avenue beguiled

Ebbed a carmine masterpiece


Ebony landscapes you adorn

The eyes of thousands you have hooked

Whines sharp replicas of thorns

Question mark shaped be such nooks


Appeased the ice queen had appeared

Fabricating jagged thrills of mirth

A concept quite eerie, yet linear

'Til done apart by spineless dearth