There's a forest with ethereal green leafed trees And amethyst waters. Moss under my bleeding knees And a rain crying sky mother. The water glows its violet stars And the trees wash off their now old blueish leaf shards. And I stand in the forest of my home In the dewy irises and the misty grass Maybe I can't stay here for too long But I'll wake up in the ash Of a burnt dream.
old thing I found about this forest I used to live in. My head has pretty places
And in this courtroom So filled with Four Nations The Sun held her head up high, Lighting the way for their tales and psalms:
I am the King of Spades. Righteous ambition is my goal. The bravery of the Spades is made known to others Only through such matters. Perseverance is our path to Victory Endurance, our greatest desire. We, the Spades, partner with Father Time To belong as a mighty people Forever more.
I am the Queen of Diamonds The splendor and enjoyment of Life's beauty is my passion. A Diamond's journey is a one of glorious awe That no one can compare. Loveliness surrounds this pretty people And the Artist shall forever be pleased by them. Our perception of artistry leaves most in awe And this fact is forever the passion we strive for.
I am the Queen of Clovers Survival is the sole lifestyle of the Clovers In this wretched and unforgiving world The Clovers must stay strong Holding the clubs of the ancients, We prevail Onward shall we extend our power The Clovers will remain Forever the mightiest.
I am the King of Hearts. The rapid spread of emotional ties Is what us Hearts long for. Threads of fate surround our people Binding them to one another. Love, lust, infatuation Oh, these are the things that steady our nation! So filled with Faith, Hope and Love Our Hearts shan't fail us As passion will never cease To flow in our veins —ah, yes! This is the way of the Hearts.
And in this courtroom So filled with Four Nations The Sun laid down her head Whilst the Moon finally awoke and, Smiled his light onto them below.
This was made by my fanfiction friend called Sam-Chan who gave it to me! :3
Maybe I don't notice the little things. Like the way your mouth looks when it forms my name. Or the way you feel steadier with your hand in mine. Or even the way your fingernail is chipped from playing guitar for me. But what I do notice is your eyes. How they have little golden flecks in the soft green. Green that's like a meadow in the summer that's more prominent in the sun. I often stare into those eyes. Trying to catch a glimpse of what you see in me.