To you my readers, the silent and loud
I come from the island of fire
Where the waves are cool and skies filled with clouds
Where writing is indeed dire

My companion at home is a ghost i named Mark
Who i might imagine handsome as flowers
And the brazen howlers of the dark
Are my dogs who hate my neighbors

Fear not for i only prey on mars bars or brooks
And those who make my hair stand
Like the menace I'm called, strike you with history books
And beat your arms like a drummer in a band

Butttttt I'm actually nice, I swear! I got a lotta patience and am ready for criticism ❤️✨