Mith Marr's Demise

A modern epyllion of the wuwu and ccc written in Spenserian stanzas:

μεταβίβαση
Up time, down time, cock block, blown trials drama,
Longest days we waited for this our chance,
Nameless Tavern flames, insults, yo'momma:
Ninja spies report Mith Marr with fell glance.
The call goes forth, gay dude and romance!
LoS gathers neigh, to Marr's demise.
Cross Halls of Honor first, a simple dance?

No - trains, death, harsh words; Baby Jesus cries.
Yet bravado thick, drive, determination rise.

θάνατος
Finally we muster in Marr's Temple,
The plan lay before us, we grow boisterous,
Prior went well, why not kept it simple?
'But LoS,' we retort in chorus,
'Would never have those things as such!' - We lost~

God, I fucking hate those non DC pets.
Again we charged, this time with purpose,
And Lo! Now his head hangs on the gibbets,
Hail, Projection! Mith Marr's down - whole Cypher, secrets!

διάλυση
Days of work are finally rewarded,

Of Guildmates outstanding tenacity,
Goodnights resound; rest, sleep are afforded.
As I sit to pen this valiant decree,
Something is wrong, amiss, I feel lonely...
At six AM, seeds of Arabica
Sustain me no longer - I GoP.
But from Sol Ro's Tower, on to Mecca,
I can not help but wonder, 'Where is dear Geka?'

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