Dungeons and drag queens (in 3 measures) -1 by Holy Molar
Oh, loathsome midnight dreary throught pit and bog, a forgotten road tis thee I fear of old. Hark! Thither a chateau! With hunting forbode it filled me. Yet it ruins. I hastened to it bleakly, reasons unclearly. Though still as death whilst my heart it beat with terror at this profound mystery I stumbled upon error.