Call It What You Like
Or, A Grinning Cat Can Look At Any Thing
by a female Faust
“How do you know I’m mad?” said Alice.
“You must be,” said the Cat, “or you wouldn’t have come here.”
Sweet yes, but not — too —
the near unspeakable motley
that Strange Muse of thine infused
in thy metaphor’s variety
(If some creature out of whirling Air
or rushing Fire conjuréd
surely then she’d not to earth
be down, upon, or under it)
yet the extant fact this verse reply
itself shows well, nay off, your skill,
if not the who, the how, &why;
thorough choice the sweetest stories tell
An it be not the tanned & tooled, still, fashion’s merely token
it may suit, the way my hide me suits; rules are nary found unbroken.
I dont want a damn thing from the sea, its all slippin
I need a bird from the sky cause shes free
Someone down to earth or pure fire like a Jinn.
Little bit of Angel, with the power of a litch, a little bit of demon with a bit of dragon skin..
I want em dressed in leather, like Max but better, cause I need em ready for
a fight like crazy, and I need em Mad as all hell, like me..
— Lucifer @0Lightbringer0
