Friends, figments, and imaginings; lend me your ears;
I come to show compassion for an unfortunate creature;
A poor alien who plays the piano
The strange oft not get their deserved love,
So let you hear this plea;
Of the cross-eyed pianist.
Such imaginations deserve no such pain,
Yet he suffers, bleeding out from terrible lashes;
And fades away for a moment's death,
Only to come once more to suffer again.
Even though he is only an imaginary thing,
He still frowns behind grey eyes.
He was a friend to all,
Inviting any who wished to enter his home,
And with skill as a spider weaves,
Spinning a colorful song to paint his blank walls.
Does a life like this deserve repeated murder?
The braided girl brings a song of fickle love and death,
And the cross-eyed pianist still invites her in.
How could the dreamer be so cruel,
To such an honorable creature?
Yet he suffers once again,
Faltering like a cursed phoenix.
Others have suffered at the hands of the bladewielder,
We all know the pain&