The Monochrome Martinet
His texture is starch, this song is a march
And from the beginning his duende was winning
But though he's a worthy emcee
He'll never be part of the three
Orpheum act, Faustian pact
Three might be duende in fact
Necropolis blown apart
A ghostly sight emerges bright
Hot from the embers, the first team member
Is hatching a dastardly plan
Like a bird with a dastardly egg
Trapped in his time, lost in his rhymes
One might be duende defined
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
Dystopio smashed to bits
The keeper of dust, the builder of rust
When you discover sleep's older brother
The trio was finally complete
The trio was just one deceit
Forged by their past, first in their class
Three might be duende
Three might be duende
Three might be duende at last

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