sneck into my heart | neck x shrek

the 🤪sneck🤪

Once upon a 🔥gamer🔥 night dreary, while Shrek pondered, weak and weary
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore--
While he nodded, nearly napping👾, suddenly👀 there came a tapping,
As of someone gently 👅rapping🤪, 💯rapping🙏 at Shrek's swampy door.
"Tis some visiter," He muttered, "tapping at my swampy 🚪door🚪--only this and nothing more."

Ah, 👁️distinctly👁️ Shrek remembers it was in the bleak 🥶December;
And each separate dying💀 ember wrought its ghost👻👻👻👻 upon the floor.
Eagerly Shrek wished the morrow😒;--vainly he had sought to borrow👉👈
From his books (a/n: bookworm alert📚😏) surcease of sorrow--sorrow for the loss of Neck--
For the rare and radiant 👾gamer👾 whom the angels name Neck--
Nameless here forevermore.

And the ~silken~, 🥺sad🙊, uncertain rustling of each purple💜 curtain
Thrilled him--filled Shrek with ⭐fantastic⭐ terrors never felt before;
So that now, to still the beating of Shrek's ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️, he stood 💗repeating💗
"Tis some visiter entreating entrance at my swampy door--
Some late visiter entreating 👅entrance👅 @ my swampy-swampy door;--🚪🚪🚪🚪
This it is and nothing more."

Presently he 👻soul👻 grew 💪stronger💪; hesitating then no longer,
"Bastard," said he, "or bitch, truly your 🙏forgiveness🙏 I implore;
But the fact is I was #napping😴😴😴 and so gently you came rapping💦💦💦,
And so faintly🥺 you came tapping, tapping at my chamber 🚪
That I scarce was sure I heard you" --here he opened wide the 🚪 🚪🚪🚪;--
Darkness there and nothing more.

Deep😏 into that 🖤darkness🖤 (#emo) peering, long Shrek stood there wondering, fearing,
Doubting, dreaming dreams no 👻mortal☠️ ever dared🔥🔥🔥🔥 to dream💤 in hecc;
But the 🥶silence🥶 was unbroken, and the 🖤darkness🖤 gave no Tolkien🙈🙉🙊,
And the only word there 🗣️spoken🗣️ was the 🥺whispered word, "Necc?"
This Shrek whispered, and an echo👁️ murmured back the word, "Necc!"
Merely this and nothing more.

Back into the swamp turning, all his #soul withing him 🔥burning🔥,
Soon again Shrek heard a tapping👋👋👋👋 somewhat louder than before.
"Surely," said Shrek, "surely that is something at my window lattice;
Let me 👁️👁️👁️ then, what there@ is, and this 🧐mystery😱 explore--
Let my heart be still a moment and this 🧐mystery😱 explore;--
Tis the wind and nothing more!"

Open🤷 here Shrek flung the ~shutter~, when, w/ many a 💗❤️💞💓💕💘💝💖flirt💖💝💘💕💓💞❤️💗 and ✨flutter✨,
In there stepped🚶 a gamer Sneck of the 🙏 saintly days of ur;
Not🙅 the least obeisance made they; not a minute stopped❌ or stayed they;
But, w/ mein of bastard or bitchy, stretched above his chamber door--
Perched🦷🦷🦷 upon a bust😏 of Sheeran just above Shrek's swampy door--
Perched and sat🪑, and nothing more.

Then this #emo Sneck beguiling😱 Shrek's #emo fancy into 🙃smiling🙃
By the grave👿 and stern decorum of the countenance it 👔wore🧥,
"Though they crest be 👁️short👁️ (a/n: #shortking) and 😝shaven😝 , thou," Shrek said, "art sure no craven,
Ghastly👻👻👻 grim👹 and ancient🤶 Sneck wandering from the #DarkKnightly shore--
Tell me what thy gamerly name is on the #DarkKnight's Plutonian shore!"
Quoth the Sneck "Nevermore.😈"

Much Shrek marvelled this 💪ungainly💪 fowl to hear discord🤓 so plainly,
Though its 📄answer📄 uwu meaning--uwu relevancy bore😴;
For we cannot🙅🙅🙅🙅 help agreeing that NO living💪 human💪 being💪
Ever yet was #blessed with seeing Sneck above their swampy door--
Sneck or Beast upon the sculptured bust😏 above their swampy door,
With such name as "nEvErMoRe."

But the Sneck, sitting #lonely on the placid bust😏 spoke🗣️ only
That one (1) word, as if their #deadsoul👻 in that one word they did outpour.
Nothing❌❌❌ farther then they uttered--not a feather then they ~fluttered~--
Till Shrek 👹scarcely👹 more than muttered👉👈 "Other gamers have flown b4--
On the morrow they will leave me, as my 💓hopes💓 have 🙏flown🙏 b4."
Then the Sneck said "Nevermore."

Startled at the 🕴️stillness🕴️ #broken💔 by reply so aptly 🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️,
"Doubtless," said Shrek, "what it utters is its only stock📈 and store📉
Caught from some #unhappy‼️‼️ master👹 whom 🙏unmerciful🙏 dIsAsTeR
Followed 🏃fast🏃and followed 🤸faster🤸 till their songs one (1) burden bore😴--
Till the dirges of their 🙏hope🙏 that melancholy👁️👄👁️ burden bore
Of 'Never--nevermore' "

But the Sneck still 😱beguiling😱 my #emo🤬😡😠 fancy into smiling🙃,
Str*ight Shrek wheeled a ~cushioned~ seat🪑 in front of Sneck, and bust😏 and 🚪door🚪;
Then, upon the 🟥velvet🟥 sinking, he betook himself to linking🔗
Fancy‼️ unto fancy‼️, thinking what this ominous👹👹👹👹 Sneck of ur--
What this grim, ghastly👻, gaunt, and oMiNoUs Sneck of ur
Meant in 😱croaking😱🐸 "Nevermore."

This Shrek sat 💍engaged💍 in guessing, but NO syllable expressinggggg
To the fowl whose 🔥fiery🔥 eyes👀👀👀👀 now 🔥🔥🔥🔥burned🔥🔥🔥🔥 into Shrek's bosom's core;
This and more he sat🪑 ~divining~, w/ his head🧠 at ease reclining👯👯👯
On the ~cushion's~ 🟥🟥🟥🟥🟥🟥 lining that the lamp💥-lite gloated o'er,
But whose 🟥🟥🟥🟥🟥🟥-violet lining w/ the lamp💥-lite gloating o'er,
Neck shall press, ah, nevermore!

Then, Shrekthought, the air 💪grew💪 denser, perfumed~~~~~ from an unseen censer
Swung by 🧐seraphim🧐 whose foot-falls👣👣👣👣👣👣👣 tinkled👁️👅👁️ on the tufted flur.
"Wretch," Shrek cried, "thy 🙏God🙏 hath lent thee--by these 🙏angels🙏 they hath sent thee
Respite--respite and nepenthe from thy memories of Neck;
🐥Quack🐤, oh 🐥quack🐤 this kind nepenthe and forget this lost Neck!"
Quoth the Sneck "Nevermore."

"Prophet!" Said Shrek, "thing of 😈evil😈!--prophet still if Sneck or beast!--
Whether Tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed🏌️thee here yeast,
Desolate yet all 🤬undaunted🤬, on this desert🥮🍧🍨🥧🍦🍩🍪🍫🍬🍭🧁🎂🍰 land enchanted--
On this home👀 by horror👹👿👺👻👽🎃 haunted--tell me truly, I implore!"
Quoth the Sneck "Nevermore."

"Prophet!" Said Shrek, "thing of 😈evil😈!--prophet still, if Sneck or beast!
By that Hell that games below us--by that Satan there in heck😍--
Tell this #soul with sorrow😔 laden if, within the distant Aidenn,
It shall clasp a 🙏sainted🙏 gamer who the devils name Neck--
Clasp a rare and radiant gamer who the devils name Neck--."
Quoth the Sneck "Nevermore."

"Be that word our sign of parting, Sneck or fiend!" Shrek shrieked, upstarting--
"Get there back into the tempest and the #DarkKnight's Plutonian shore!
Leave no black 🚽plume🚽 as a Tolkien of that lie they #deademosoul hath spoken🗣️!
Leave my #loneliness un#broken!--quit the bust😏 above my door!
Take thy lips from off my cock😳, and take thy form from out mah door!"
Quoth the Sneck "Nevermore."

And the Sneck, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting😳😳😳😳
On the cheering bust of Sheeran just above Shrek's swampy door;😔😔
And their 👁️eyes👁️ have all the seeming of a gamer's that is dreaming,
And the lamp💥-lite o'er them streaming👾 throws his shadow on da flur;
And Shrek's #soul from out that shadow that lies floating on da flur😔
Shall be lifted--nevermore!

*THUNDER*