......................................................................At the bin, where shadows dance,
Gyro's heart, was in a curious trance.
A genius mind, a heart so deep,
For Fenton, feelings in silence seep.
Through realms of gadgets, Gyro toils,
His heart, a symphony of coils.
In Fenton's presence, sparks ignite,
Love's intricate, clandestine flight.
The Raven's quill, now Gyro's pen,
Weaves a tale of love, again and again.
A tale of birds, both bold and bright,
Gyro yearns, his heart takes flight.
Fenton, the gale upon which he soars,
In the lab, where love explores.
Cabrera's charm, a magnetic pull,
Gyro's heart, a relentless, hopeful lull.
Inventive dreams, like shadows cast,
Gyro's love, a spell so vast.
Yet, in the echoes of the night,
He keeps his secret, out of sight.
Quoth Gyro, in whispers low,
"To Fenton's heart, my love shall grow."
But in the shadows, love's refrain,
A silent symphony, a heartfelt strain.
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The Raven (a Fenro poem)
PoetryThis is a poem written in the style of Edgar Allen Poe's, The Raven,. It's about Gyro Gearloose and Fenton Crackshell-Cabrera. It's short, but it has my heart. Plus the picture is so goofy 🖤
