in your solarium,
for whom shall you send a runner?
Phantasm Expungers!
When there are eidolons
In your cuirasse bodice,
Grab and hansom cab to
In your cuirasse bodice,
Grab and hansom cab to
Phantasm Expungers!
When your antimacassars
float o’er your fainting couch,
and you’ve drunk no laudanum,
Phantasm Expungers!
I am not made craven by any spectres.
1 comment:
Back in the saddle! Temporally displaced! Undaunted by the undead! Excellent.
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