We Three Blonds

In honour of the Christmas Season, I present a festive filk, courtesy of late nights, little sleep, and the tune of 'We Three Kings'.

No money is being made from this bit of text. And there is no time left, though there could be more verses, if anyone wishes to add....

This is for the one and only Alicia Mc. *g*

We Three Blonds

We three blonds of Shadowlands are
Surviving well, we walk through the fire
Forest, river, piranhas and tigers
Slipping between the worlds.

Oh, oooooh, Shadowlands, the broken worlds
Shadowlands, 44 million Earths
Cascading, melting, shifting inwards
There may never be an end

Oasis bright all through the night
Thanks to Frank we hold the light
Sometimes saving, always mourning
Until it all goes dark

Oh, oooooh, Shadowlands, the broken worlds
Shadowlands, 44 billion Earths
Cascading, melting, shifting inwards
There may never be an end

Born of Stryfe, Chaos reigns free
Apocalypse screwed up the deeds
The twelve are legion, insane as peahens
Someone get Dom a Twix

Oh, oooooh, Shadowlands, the broken worlds
Shadowlands, 44 trillion Earths
Cascading, melting, shifting inwards
There may never be an end

You can meet someone you know
They'll be different, so will you
Lovers broken, strange pairings spoken
Time will tell the end

Oh, oooooh, Shadowlands, the broken worlds
Shadowlands, 44 gazillion Earths
Cascading, melting, shifting inwards
There may never be an end

Shifts occur in time and space
Shattering the current place
Some don't survive while others thrive
Dancing from sphere to sphere

Oh, oooooh, Shadowlands, the broken worlds
Shadowlands, 44 googleplex Earths
Cascading, melting, shifting inwards
There may never be an end