Mereade


  Jolly but fearful

Deadly in sin

Joyous in dvells of misery and hell

Only there can it live....a lie of a rebell

Nowhere there is belle 

She came from the mispell


A muse she had to tell....and sunshine rose in the dwell 

She used to love to live in hell....but amusement in the park og joy awoke her dark sad rell. 

She loved life she understood....even if misery whispered in risperry letters singing purple songs to lords of creative achord......

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