King of the Quarter
Side Note: I wrote started this poem as just a short four sentences. Then I decided to make it a longer poem. This is about Marcel's side against Klaus. Yes, I am team Marcel. That doesn't mean I hate Klaus, I just think Marcel deserved New Orleans. That's all, enjoy
There will be no peace, it was written in blood
Now how does it feel to be drug through the mud?
The city of magic, the city that was once mine
It will only be a matter of time before you are forced to resign
There's a moon over Bourbon Street, the one thing that you yearn
But I'll stand there with a grin even if I have to watch the city burn
The truth will be written remember the words on the wall
Because in the end your kingdom will fall
You take away my city, you take away my pride
I've been nothing but nice to you then again I lied
With a little magic maybe with a little spell
I'll reclaim this city from all of your hell
I started at the bottom and climbed my way to the top
But somewhere in the years I watched the hearts drop
I awoke an animal, one's father I did call
It was saving my back so I could stand tall
A forbidden love with a sister so sweet
I am never going to be the one admitting defeat
A solider who won in the end he had lost
Now revenge seeking from my expense and cost
So sitting here with a thought how am I to blame?
I'm not the one who started this never ending game
A witch on my side, a blonde with a code
This is for a friend, be careful when it explodes
The title belongs to me, I should have the crown
Once you claim defeat, you will bow down
I will do whatever it takes and by all means
Because in the end there can only be one king of New Orleans