I am a peasant, you are a goddess,
Dressed in vestments of colors like comets,
No less than, a tempest, with droplets so spotless
A present so pleasant, the bestest, I promise.

Null

She huffed, turning her nose to the young Sylesti. She was too good to be in the slums of this city. She was royalty. Looking away and walking off, she did not regret turning away from him. And so, she returned to her magnificent palace, wearing the finest of clothing and sleeping on the softest bed. She was selfish, and she knew it, and did not care.

Brown deep, dream eyes sweet..
dark iris soul swim deep..
take me into your star..
shine forward and take me far..

pale skin sweet milk dream..
dark hair flows with moonlight gleam..
nightmare goddess sultry touch..
takes my flame with broken trust..

The grass so green, the sun so bright, life seems a dream, no worries in sight.
She stands on top the hill, overjoyed,
to see the light shining upon her.

Her and her friends, they play all day, until they can't move anymore.
Now exhausted, yet excited, she smiles among her peers.
What a nice day.

Monstrous earth goddess
Product of darkness
Harnesses gardens
Markets madness.

No one listened to his sweet, beautiful song.

He spread his then dull feathered wings and took flight, but no one noticed.

He was plain. Weak. But, that's what he. used to be.

He is beautiful now. Multicolored, extravagant. Everybody flocks to hear him when he sings his dear song.

Because of her.

She is forgotten. She helped him get to the top, like he is. But, he threw her away, ignored her.

Now she sits in the shadows, watching. Watching what they could of shared and what they could of done together.

( you could do one of them or both )

goddess of fire,
with starry eyes and speckled skin,
a true wonder to her empire,

she ate flesh and lives under,
the secret parts of the holy earth,
stuck,
alone,
the whispers and hisses as her only companion.

no one deserves to be alone.

( I made her a partner because it kinda made me sad she was alone- )






He leaps and bounds, and spins and twists,
within the water, mystically.

Some say that he is, himself, made of water, and that is how he makes these delicate, fluid motions, and others say he is not living, but is a ghost, dancing through the ocean.

When he bursts out the water, staring down at the cities,
he watches with those glistening eyes,

And dives,
dives

back down, where he leaps and bounds, and spins and twist

Without a care in the world.

That was a good idea. :) (it made me sad too>.<)


Oh speak to me Goddess
Angel Who wears her blue
Halo Around her neck
Awaken My dollar eyed deity
And point your fingers Full of bills
To the answer Or the lie
Spread your Deceitful wings
And embrace the lost Fill them
With greed And show them
The paper and metal
Pathway to Sadness
For the weak Always
Kneel to your Valuable allure

White eyes are filled with tears.
What has been lost cannot return to her.
Alone, she slips into the Dark.

(alternatively)

Bright eyes are filled with joy
Running to her, love
Reunited, she looks to the Light.

(Wrong pinG!)