Greetings, and welcome to Clean Filthy Friday the Thirteenth~.

On days like this, we ha-.

As instruments are brought to tune,
An ear I'd ask to lend,
to hear a verse o' geist of fortune,
and its friend.

Avoided are its path and so to is its wake,
its passage snuffs out candlelight,
so who would ever make,
an offer of respite?

A being so beneolent extending friendship's bond,
its eyes saw through the suffering veil,
and while the geist its friend was fond,
misfortune did entail.

Despite the stay of respite lasting night and day,
with eyes that saw their essense, by the friend it was thrown out,
back on the streets untamed they say,
Poor luck, without doubt.

Eka's Portal.
Furaffinity.
Fimfiction.

Wishing you all a Clean, Plain-Lucky Filthy Friday, and a Plain Weekend~.