The Monochrome Martinet
His texture is starch
This 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 hacked
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 his 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
Fooled by his charm

Right off the farm
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 won his seat
Forged by their paths
First in their class

Three Might Be Duende
Three Might Be Duende
Three Might Be Duende at last!