Three Might Be Duende

The Monochrome Martinet

His texture is starch

The song is a march

And from the beginning

His duende was winning

But though he’s a worthy emcee

He’ll never be part of the three

Orpheum act

Faustian pact

Three might be duende in fact

Necropolis Blownapart

A ghostly sight emerges bright

Hot from the embers the first team member

Is hatching a dastardly plan

Like a bird with a dastardly egg

Trapped in this time

Lost in his rhymes

One might be duende defined

Apocryphal Espadrille

The shaper of dreams returns to the scene

No diorama could match his drama

A smile that would frighten the blind

The incubus freezes the mind

Right off the farm

Fooled by his charm

Sound might be duende’s alarm

Dystopio Smashedtobits

The keeper of dust the builder of rust

When you discover sleep’s older brother

The trio is finally complete

The trio has just one conceit

Forged by their past

First in their class

Three might be duende

Three might be duende

Three might be duende at last