Floating voids came to have a look at your story
With it's tales of magic and red books
They want to make a best seller
Instead of living in a cellar
Oh it could be stellar in the end

They want to write about the faceless figures that haunt
Undaunted by oddities that scare the general public
That Scare the general public
Oh scare the general public in their bed.

Your fractured novella is sure to sell as long as the voids publish
Don't establish a life as a writer
If that's not what you want to do
Oh it could be swell in that hell of a shell which you live if you let it.

//End