In the back of the class,
I drown out my teacher's words.
Looking around the room I see friend and foe.
Jonothon my British Guitarist
Your face wrapped to your chest.
Your brown hair hangs in your face.
Your eyes a piercing blue.
Rock is your passion.
Depression your song.
Jeffery you are the Dragon Within.
You have the features of a Scottish Prince,
The wisdom of McCoy.
Swords and daggers are your weapon of choice.
To you women are works of art,
Not to be abused.
Lilly my Deadly Diva,
Boxing is your sport.
Jab, left hook, uppercut,
Let the fighting begin,
It is your sin.
A voice of magic,
Blades of steel,
She's moving in for the kill.
Flora my Fatal Flower,
Hair the color of grass,
Plants and flowers are your love.
Your wings flutter,
As you move from Rose to Tiger Lilly.
You are the small fairy with the big mouth and sexy sense of style.
Erik my Savage Jester,
You are clearly the idiot of the group.
You are the son of an enemy,
Never are you the same person.
Treachery is in your blood.
Anne my Silent Flame,
Yes silence is your middle name.
Your mind is the key to everything.
Your mind is violent,
Your heart far from pure,
But we love you just the same,
My little Silent Flame.
Paige a southern just like me,
But you hide your accent through wisdom talk.
Your features glow like sunshine on a Kentucky day.
Hamlet, Mac Beth, Romeo and Juliet.
You are the Shakespearean gal,
Training to be leader someday.
If you should fail,
Shed your skin and try again.
Jubilee my Little Firecracker,
How could things ever get dark and bleak?
Yes you're my little gothic Jubilation,
With spiked hair and blue Asian eyes.
Come on lets go see Auntie Kye.
Monet Little Miss Perfect,
An Algerian princess is the illusion we get.
Gemini means more than one would think.
Autistic once again,
Oh where do I begin?
James my Keeper of Time,
Hair black as coal,
His eyes are blue so I've been told.
Skipping through time,
Flashes of light,
A ladies man with an unbelievable tan.
His knack for artwork is his beautiful creation.
Angelo my L.A. Latino
Grey skin,
Black hair,
Cigarette in hand.
He's the other Ladies Man.
Kat my Child From the Stars,
"Here kitty, kitty," is what the guys say.
"Eat my fist," is what she replies.
For she has no time for jerks,
She walks down the street,
Micie the mouse on top of her brown hair.
Her eyes are a strange sight,
One cat one human.
She is one of her kind,
And she's happy about that.
Emma once White queen of the Hellfire Club,
Hair bleach blond,
Eyes ice blue,
Headmistress of this school.
The nights she cooks I'm gone.
Sean Cassidy once Interpol Officer,
Yes he's our Headmaster here.
Irish charm is in his blood,
But if I'm asked,
I just think he's too happy.
He screams his Banshee howl,
Everyone runs for cover,
Though nothing can save them now.
Dismissed
I barely here the word through my thoughts,
But I up and leave just the same.
So this is us,
We are the Mystic Generation.
I drown out my teacher's words.
Looking around the room I see friend and foe.
Jonothon my British Guitarist
Your face wrapped to your chest.
Your brown hair hangs in your face.
Your eyes a piercing blue.
Rock is your passion.
Depression your song.
Jeffery you are the Dragon Within.
You have the features of a Scottish Prince,
The wisdom of McCoy.
Swords and daggers are your weapon of choice.
To you women are works of art,
Not to be abused.
Lilly my Deadly Diva,
Boxing is your sport.
Jab, left hook, uppercut,
Let the fighting begin,
It is your sin.
A voice of magic,
Blades of steel,
She's moving in for the kill.
Flora my Fatal Flower,
Hair the color of grass,
Plants and flowers are your love.
Your wings flutter,
As you move from Rose to Tiger Lilly.
You are the small fairy with the big mouth and sexy sense of style.
Erik my Savage Jester,
You are clearly the idiot of the group.
You are the son of an enemy,
Never are you the same person.
Treachery is in your blood.
Anne my Silent Flame,
Yes silence is your middle name.
Your mind is the key to everything.
Your mind is violent,
Your heart far from pure,
But we love you just the same,
My little Silent Flame.
Paige a southern just like me,
But you hide your accent through wisdom talk.
Your features glow like sunshine on a Kentucky day.
Hamlet, Mac Beth, Romeo and Juliet.
You are the Shakespearean gal,
Training to be leader someday.
If you should fail,
Shed your skin and try again.
Jubilee my Little Firecracker,
How could things ever get dark and bleak?
Yes you're my little gothic Jubilation,
With spiked hair and blue Asian eyes.
Come on lets go see Auntie Kye.
Monet Little Miss Perfect,
An Algerian princess is the illusion we get.
Gemini means more than one would think.
Autistic once again,
Oh where do I begin?
James my Keeper of Time,
Hair black as coal,
His eyes are blue so I've been told.
Skipping through time,
Flashes of light,
A ladies man with an unbelievable tan.
His knack for artwork is his beautiful creation.
Angelo my L.A. Latino
Grey skin,
Black hair,
Cigarette in hand.
He's the other Ladies Man.
Kat my Child From the Stars,
"Here kitty, kitty," is what the guys say.
"Eat my fist," is what she replies.
For she has no time for jerks,
She walks down the street,
Micie the mouse on top of her brown hair.
Her eyes are a strange sight,
One cat one human.
She is one of her kind,
And she's happy about that.
Emma once White queen of the Hellfire Club,
Hair bleach blond,
Eyes ice blue,
Headmistress of this school.
The nights she cooks I'm gone.
Sean Cassidy once Interpol Officer,
Yes he's our Headmaster here.
Irish charm is in his blood,
But if I'm asked,
I just think he's too happy.
He screams his Banshee howl,
Everyone runs for cover,
Though nothing can save them now.
Dismissed
I barely here the word through my thoughts,
But I up and leave just the same.
So this is us,
We are the Mystic Generation.