That Black WeekSunday under an ebony skyI met you I don't know whyMonday was an ebony jewelTimid was I. You were fiery coolTuesday I wore an ebony dressYou drawled, "Darling, I must confess…"Wednesday in the wind's ebony embraceYour eyes glowed darker than your faceThursday you called me an ebony dollToo short in sight, too far to fallFriday you gave me an ebony kissI tingled and shuddered—you would be missedSaturday standing by that ebony doorYou smiled. I stared at the floor.Sunday under an ebony skyI saw you leave I don't know why
Mini Limerick Epic - For MreeHave ye all heard of the Mree?She's as tricky as any Foog can beSince truly do rumors dishThat she's actually a big fish! O_OBeyond that, what can mere eyes see?But now, the story shall be toldHow a southern lass with a heart of gold—Was it heart or turnip? Oh dear…With vegetarians it's never clear >DOh well. :P Let the rest of the tale now unfold!Mree does love Many Things Among them not really shoes or rings(Although the former do make her tallAnd wood-foam soles leave one in awe =O)I'd say her passion lies in fooding flings >:DFor the grand Cheesecake—who can resist?A texture so creamy, a taste sweet-kissed
Ode to an Unlikely HeroIn the rain you stood a shivering cast,Weathering storms as would AtlasOn retreat. Many muses hole you fast,But you strum their words on thread, tactless.Apollo never rode his carriage On the brink of midnight. You tried to,Speaking like Ares about love and marriage.I laughed then--you would fly through.Did Orpheus brave the depths of Hell?I thought it might have been you in black.Trying charm with satyrs' songs, well,They say to follow, never look back.But in my own mythology, you--Never god or king, but twice as true
Sta.sh
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