I made a coat for my Lady’s birthday and it came with it’s own attitude and it’s own poem.
went a lil sumthin like this
THE RAVEN MISTRESS
12.30.10
I am a beast in designer clothing
a comic book fanboys’ wet dream
I am an apocalypse of leather and textiles
Sharp edges and mummy wrap
Sleek fitted body blaze with armoured accoutrements
I don’t play any game that isn’t lethal
I don’t speak verbal language
I AM silently screaming
I am the fire’s opposite
Light and fluffy’s nightmare
Savage darkness manifested
Plated layered death to Modesty
A black strapped and stitched ode to badassery
I am where humility goes to DIE