Lifeblood of Venus ebbs away, a hidden blade she thrustsTracy could be dead fish dead. A desperate attempt mustBe made to cut him open, to leave Tess so aloneTo go out like a Blackheart, no regrets shall she atone.Such deadly wasted beauty. Such curves and crimson hairDead in the Ace Tower, a luscious minx most fairOf aesthetics not of ethics, of appearance not of deedDestination: City Morgue. There be no need for speed.Overhead the Wizard gives the Munro boys releaseThe brothers shall not shoot their guns at civilians or police.Far away now from Ace Tower, the Munros liberatedPunjab happy to help out, feels so invigorated.At suite 6B thick smoke is clearing, Mysta fights despairBully Bigg, his sneering dig: deeming her what she can’t bear.A freak, mutant and misfit. Cog in foul criminal schemesYet who she is not who she was, neither waking nor in dreams.Blood that courses though her veins dominated by the oneThe Moon Maid Mysta Tracy, whose sweet life was undoneIn an act of senseless violence, unjust and misdirectedNow her DNA doth play. Whoever would have suspected?Reunited with Imoto-Chan, she dries her crying eyesHoneymoon kept safe and sound, their friendship the true prize.For all that’s been and all to come, Mysta shall hold fastTo be there for young Honeymoon from this day to her last.
Lifeblood of Venus ebbs away, a hidden blade she thrustsTracy could be dead fish dead. A desperate attempt mustBe made to cut him open, to leave Tess so aloneTo go out like a Blackheart, no regrets shall she atone.Such deadly wasted beauty. Such curves and crimson hairDead in the Ace Tower, a luscious minx most fairOf aesthetics not of ethics, of appearance not of deedDestination: City Morgue. There be no need for speed.Overhead the Wizard gives the Munro boys releaseThe brothers shall not shoot their guns at civilians or police.Far away now from Ace Tower, the Munros liberatedPunjab happy to help out, feels so invigorated.At suite 6B thick smoke is clearing, Mysta fights despairBully Bigg, his sneering dig: deeming her what she can’t bear.A freak, mutant and misfit. Cog in foul criminal schemesYet who she is not who she was, neither waking nor in dreams.Blood that courses though her veins dominated by the oneThe Moon Maid Mysta Tracy, whose sweet life was undoneIn an act of senseless violence, unjust and misdirectedNow her DNA doth play. Whoever would have suspected?Reunited with Imoto-Chan, she dries her crying eyesHoneymoon kept safe and sound, their friendship the true prize.For all that’s been and all to come, Mysta shall hold fastTo be there for young Honeymoon from this day to her last.