My brain felt weird after relistening to First Edition so I made this. I'm sorry my other projects have been stalled, I'm in the middle of writing an original work novel right now so fanfiction updates have slowed down to a trickle until I've finished this first draft. I am also working on my first podfic! of one of my very favorite Star Wars fanfics, The Silent Song by the wonderful Eirian Erisdar. If you would like to check it out, my profile name is Wriewygs on there too. I don't know how to put a link here, so sorry about that.
Now without further ado, here's some Magnus Archives poetry no one asked for:
Mary seemed a little lamb
until one day she crept
into the doctor's writing room
where the Leitners all were kept
Mary had a little razor
her dad used it to die
so when it slit another throat
Mary didn't bat an eye
Mary had a book of skin
very poorly made
But with a lot of practice
she would surely learn her trade