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A bit of poetry for the slasher community out there. Don't say I didn't warn you.

Written in the persona of my favorite slash fangirl.

Stopped by the Words on a Silly Evening
by R.U. Frozen

Whose words are these I think I know.
Her house is o'er in Dublin though,
She will not see me sitting here
To silently scan to and fro.

My little mouse must think it queer
To have romance with no woman near.
Between heaven and fiery lake
Roam the couple we hold so dear.

Her words make my heart quake
To write phrases so well I lie awake.
The only other thing so sweet
is Afrai or perhaps chocolate cake.

The words are lovely, bold and meek.
I must admit my will is weak.
I'll wait a while before I sleep,
I'll wait a while before I sleep.