Three Might Be Duende

verse 1 The Monochrome Martinet, His texture is starch, the song is a march, And from the beginning, his duende was winning, But though he's a worty emcee, He'll never be part of the three, Orpheum act, Faustian pact, Three might be duende, in fact. verse 2 Necropolis Blownapart, A ghostly sight, emerges bright, Hot from the embers, the first team member, Is hatching a dasterdly plan, Like a bird with a dasterdly egg, Trapped in his time, lost in his rhymes, One might duende defined. verse 3 Apocryphal Espadrille, The shaper of dreams, returns to the scene, No diorama, could match his drama, A smile that would frighten the blind, The incubus freezes the mind, Fooled by his charm, right off the farm, Sound Might Be Duende's alarm. verse 4 Dystopio Smashedtobits, The keeper of dust, the builder of rust, When you discover Sleep's older brother, The trio is finally complete, The trio has just one conceit, Forged by their past, first in their class, Outro Three might be duende, (Three might be duende) Three might be duende, (Three might be duende) Three might be duende, at last!