WE DON'T TALK 'BOUT THE HANGED MAN (NO NO NO)

 So after creating my Romeo & Juliet-inspired setting and cast of fair Veroncia in StarXGlove, the Hanged Man (Friar Lawrence/druggist character and narrator) became such a parallel to Bruno in Encanto as the black sheep and clan outsider that I had to do this little filk:

WE DON'T TALK 'BOUT THE HANGED MAN (NO NO NO)

EMPRESS:

We don't talk 'bout the Hanged Man, no no no

We don't talk 'bout the Hanged Man... But!

It was the day we signed peace...

EMPEROR:

The day we signed peace...

EMPRESS:

We were getting ready

and there wasn't a cloud in the sky...

EMPEROR:

No clouds allowed in the sky...

EMPRESS:

The Hanged Man walks in

with a mischievous grin...

EMPEROR:

Interrupting!

EMPRESS:

You telling the story or am I?

EMPEROR:

Sorry, mi vida, go on...

EMPRESS:

Hanged Man says it looks like war...

EMPEROR:

Why did he say it?

EMPRESS:

The East Bank Clan to fight for sure...

EMPEROR:

There was no way to counterweigh it...

EMPRESS:

He ran off, came back no more...

EMPEROR:

What a joyous day, but anyway,

we don't talk 'bout the Hanged Man, no no no

We don't talk 'bout the Hanged Man...

SUN & MOON:

Grew to live in fear of that man hanging from the ceiling,

we can always picture him swinging and/or reeling,

we link him with a pendulum swishing to and fro;

swish swish swish...

It's a heavy lift with a gift so revealing,

always left the Empress with uncomfortable feeling,

grappling with tragedies and other tales of woe...

Did you get it so? (To Star)

FOOL:

A two-meter frame,

hanging upside-down,

when he calls your name

you can't help but frown;

Yeah, he sees your dreams

and feasts on your screams...

EVERYONE:

We don't talk 'bout the Hanged Man no no no...

HIEROPHANT:

He told me that the war would break out

far more violent than ever before...

He told me that Lord Arsenic's men

would someday come for vengeance for sure...

HIGH PRIESTESS:

Hear up, the Tower's under siege!

FOOL:

He told me that my very best friend

would die in the end, for peace and another...

HIEROPHANT:

Our Star, I want not a sound out of you...

STAR:

No, Hanged Man...

About that Hanged Man...

About that Hanged Man...

Give me the truth and the whole truth, Hanged Man...

FOOL:

Little Star, to the bunker now!!!

EVERYONE:

To the bunker!!!