LuckyLockheart

We watched the sun burn out, And bring forth the drought, Leaving us to whither away, A bit more each day. Who would have thought that our guardian would fall, Right where she should have stood tall. In her mountain castle her blood was spilled, Which made the traitorous fiends rather thrilled. Harmony was next to go, Ending up with the consistency of dough. Next the soldiers went in tow, But the resistance, they should have waited to grow. Under this darkened sky, We said goodbye. To those days we held so dear, Back when the skies were clear. Now we are nothing but food, For this large changeling brood. We should not have attacked, We sho

They say that I'm a vigilante, that I am the one who brings justice to these streets once again, making it safer for the common folk... I would pick up where the authorities left off. I was their savoir, their protector... their hero. They are WRONG! I am no hero... Midnight Spirit felt frustration and anger building up inside him. For the past few weeks he's been trying to control these rouge emotions, bottling them up and hoping they go away. He's been known to be unstable by the very small circle of friends he has. At times he would randomly snap at anyone who even breathed too heavily for his taste. Other times he would be as bright as C

Oh Pinkamena, you make my heart go a flutter. With you, my voice is but a stutter. If I could, I would be your lover, But from afar, I can only admire your luster. Your pressance makes me in delight shutter, With my hugs, you, I would smother, But for now, accept this poem and perhaps another.