In the book by Gaston Leroux, the Persian mentions in part of Erik's past,
how he used to entertain the "Little Sultana" by kilkling people with the
punjab lasso. This is a poem I've written describing the rosy hours of
Mazenderan in the point of view of the Little Sultana (like you couldn't
tell that from the title). I own none of these characters or claim
ownership of anything accept this poem on account of the fact that I wrote
it so don't sue me I take no responsibility ectera ectera ectera.
The Little Sultana's Narrative In Regards To the Trap-Door Lover, Later Known As The Opera Ghost
In the rosy hours of Mazenderan
A clash of sword,
The hiss of the Punjab Lasso.
My heart soars with joy!
A battle to the death
With a stench of madness.
Laughter bubbles forth from my throat
In a fountain of delight.
In the rosy hours of Mazenderan
The Trap-Door Lover
Fights for my expense.
A thousand tea parties could not equal this!
Ah! The Punjab Lasso kills quick!
A silent scream
And bated breath.
My heart soars with joy!
The Trap-Door Lover has won
In the rosy hours of Mazenderan!
Well that's it.like it?.hate it? review and let me know
The Little Sultana's Narrative In Regards To the Trap-Door Lover, Later Known As The Opera Ghost
In the rosy hours of Mazenderan
A clash of sword,
The hiss of the Punjab Lasso.
My heart soars with joy!
A battle to the death
With a stench of madness.
Laughter bubbles forth from my throat
In a fountain of delight.
In the rosy hours of Mazenderan
The Trap-Door Lover
Fights for my expense.
A thousand tea parties could not equal this!
Ah! The Punjab Lasso kills quick!
A silent scream
And bated breath.
My heart soars with joy!
The Trap-Door Lover has won
In the rosy hours of Mazenderan!
Well that's it.like it?.hate it? review and let me know