Analysis of "Who, then, is my Magdelene?"
Who, then, is my Magdalene?
The strung out strigoi playing the dumb blonde,
Worldly enough to value nothing more than her amusement,
When really her mind matches her 24 karat hair,
Glinting superciliously through dead eyes,
And granting nothing, secure in her angel skull;
I break it open with her own knowing crystal ball,
And coat every karat on my fucking toilet.
Now she watches and whispers at my right hand,
Blowing smoke in the faces of everyone else;
And she curtsies every time she lifts the golden lid,
Delighted by the opportunity for dimples.
Blood is her raison d'être;
And I am a dealer par excellence.
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Metre | 111110 011110011 100111010110010 11001100101 101111 010100100101 1111010110101 0110010111010 11100101111 10100101101 0111001110101 010100100110 1101011 0110101100 |
Closest metre | Iambic hexameter |
Characters | 604 |
Words | 107 |
Sentences | 4 |
Stanzas | 2 |
Stanza Lengths | 1, 13 |
Lines Amount | 14 |
Letters per line (avg) | 35 |
Words per line (avg) | 8 |
Letters per stanza (avg) | 246 |
Words per stanza (avg) | 54 |
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