When you wish upon a star...and end up with Mormor. With thanks to Sroloc-Elbisivni for her poem-y expertise.
Sugar
Spice
And all things nice
Playful mania and grins
Hurricanes
Acid
London at night
Westwood suits and sins
Light
Stars
And dark grungy bars
Cloudless skies and a gun
Thunder
Anger
A head full of pride
Razor-filled smiles and fun
Bluster
Fire
And lethal barbed wire
Perfect manners and gold
Coffee
Secrets
Warm winter sunsets
Moves that're defiantly bold
Ice
Malice
A shining mind palace
Lemon-filled cuts and pain
Plots
Plans
A shuddering fan
Bodies in front of a train
Jobs
Cells
And dark musky smells
Rivers of blood and death
Hatred
Hubris
A true Dublin accent
A bang and a final breath
Doubt
Disbelief
Nights without sleep
A tear and a silent plea
Despair
Repair
And then four fatal words:
'Did ya miss me?'