The Fangirl (or fanboy)
What is this strange mysterious creature,
Which lingers long into the night?
Forlorn and torn remain its feature,
Scarcely dwelling in the light.
Observing the sad beast from a distance,
One may see its heart is broke,
In solitude it weeps in Silence,
Its face in tears wet and soaked.
Its very soul is being torn,
In numerous amounts of direction,
It hardly ever ceases to mourn,
It’s miseries a vast collection.
What is this creature? One may ask,
Whose sounds are barely intelligible,
In sadness it will bask,
It’s din, oh so terrible.
It is often heard screaming
Names such as “MOFFAT!!”
The resonance is often beaming
In places where no light is at.
It hardly finishes a sentence,
For example; ”I can’t even…”
At other times it howls names, for instance;
“How could you, Steven?!?!!?”
But alas, what it this thing
Who’s shriek makes blood curdle?
The sad songs it sings,
Are Melodies of a fangirl.