The queen said to the knight, "You may have his love my pet, if you survive the trials I set before you."
The knight, looking upon the face of the only man she had ever wanted, seeing the horror upon it, she nodded. She looked to the queen and growled, "I believe I deserve a kiss if I am to die for this man."
They walked toward each other and his fine clothes brushed against her armor. She took his face on her hands and stood on her toes. He pressed his forehead to hers and whispered, "Don't do this, let me go in your stead!" She kissed him and shook her head. "You must live. Others need you my prince. I love you."
The knight repl
The Rain Dances
Picture yourself,
Laying back in a car,
Watching the grey-green sky as it flies by,
The static like noise as it rains.
It flows down and across the windows,
It seems to dance with gusto and wealth,
Going ever lower, not often higher,
But always in motion.
It inspires creativity amongst those open,
Sadness in those closed,
Sleep in those fatigued.
As your ride comes to a halt,
So does the rain,
Slowing only for you,
Your personal entertainer.
Beautiful Lover (to the tune of Beautiful Dreamer)
Beautiful lover, come back to me.
Months and for weeks I've prepared for thee.
Memories of our life, await to be made.
Whilst Video Games await to be played.
Beautiful Lover, Owner of me.
We wait for the day picked deliberately,
Though Bus rides are terribly long.
Beautiful Lover, I wait for your charms!
Beautiful Lover, I await your arms. <3
I wish I was good at art,I me by sango336, literature
Literature
I wish I was good at art,I me
Wish
I wish I was good at art,
I mean something other than this poetry and prose,
Because Prose doesn’t tell me much more the shape of a rose.
While a painting can tell me the color and photography can show me the texture.
All I could tell you was the amount of petals, or allude to the scent,
Maybe, in a way, prose is a good thing to be good at, I suppose.
Why, you ask, does my love run so deep?
Because my dear love
Even the stars seem to dim when I'm with you,
they're light nor beauty can compare to you
Oh dearest one
And that is why i wish to be only with you,
marry me my dear,
let all others be forgotten in your eyes.
Let me fill you with the happiness only a companion can,
let me kiss those lips of ruby,
drown in those eyes of agate,
let me taste that skin of alabaster oh dearest one,
the one i cannot stand to lose,
and let me wish that you..feel the same for me.
The queen said to the knight, "You may have his love my pet, if you survive the trials I set before you."
The knight, looking upon the face of the only man she had ever wanted, seeing the horror upon it, she nodded. She looked to the queen and growled, "I believe I deserve a kiss if I am to die for this man."
They walked toward each other and his fine clothes brushed against her armor. She took his face on her hands and stood on her toes. He pressed his forehead to hers and whispered, "Don't do this, let me go in your stead!" She kissed him and shook her head. "You must live. Others need you my prince. I love you."
The knight repl
The Rain Dances
Picture yourself,
Laying back in a car,
Watching the grey-green sky as it flies by,
The static like noise as it rains.
It flows down and across the windows,
It seems to dance with gusto and wealth,
Going ever lower, not often higher,
But always in motion.
It inspires creativity amongst those open,
Sadness in those closed,
Sleep in those fatigued.
As your ride comes to a halt,
So does the rain,
Slowing only for you,
Your personal entertainer.
Beautiful Lover (to the tune of Beautiful Dreamer)
Beautiful lover, come back to me.
Months and for weeks I've prepared for thee.
Memories of our life, await to be made.
Whilst Video Games await to be played.
Beautiful Lover, Owner of me.
We wait for the day picked deliberately,
Though Bus rides are terribly long.
Beautiful Lover, I wait for your charms!
Beautiful Lover, I await your arms. <3
I wish I was good at art,I me by sango336, literature
Literature
I wish I was good at art,I me
Wish
I wish I was good at art,
I mean something other than this poetry and prose,
Because Prose doesn’t tell me much more the shape of a rose.
While a painting can tell me the color and photography can show me the texture.
All I could tell you was the amount of petals, or allude to the scent,
Maybe, in a way, prose is a good thing to be good at, I suppose.