She was an untidy yet well mannered mannequins dream of a rambling bustling bristling garden of thorns.
A compatriot of Busker Boodle and his Traveling Henchmen.
Their house no stranger to death was at times covered in covert convert blood.
Theda the Bohemian Brahmin interjected regularly.
The span betwixt life and death is millimeter slim.
Scattered explosions rocketed sanguine limbs and rotting corpses skyward. Mere Treacle.