viernes, 18 de septiembre de 2009
Fire memories (I)
–Then farewell shall I bide, and into my dreams, flower of lotus, we may still play seek and hide.
–You made that up?
–Was it I or the one who possesses my will at night?
–Who possesses your will? Creature made of dim moonlight.
–The very same fool that shouts on top of the hill.
–It's hard to guess.
–He, who, with spectral hand, forges words at his own command. He is not from this land. He is quite a loon, my best guess: he is from the moon!
–Perhaps a rabbit?
–One with gruesome habits. Indeed, let the rabbit bleed. That is all he may need, to cut his fur with a knife, thus, may his spirit be rekindled with life. Funny bunny who plays with words, perhaps his shenanigans please the lords! Not me!
–Gruesome habits are sad.
–Ah, yes, it is quite sad, but not all is bad, you see, my bumblebee, your honey could make him a sweet bunny but only God knows which way this wind blows.
–I just love it, I just love the way you write, it is kind a dream you know.
–We'll feast on this dream as if it were strawberries with cream
–*sends a kiss*
–From your lips a kiss, oh what a bliss! Enough, I say, before this magic goes through a tedious way. I shall speak in rhyme... no more, until we care to follow this enchanted lore. Now, why don't you go to bed? You should rest your weary head.
–I was going to ask the same. Well, I want to rest but I don't want to.
–And the reason may be?
–You.
–Ah, my words have scared your sleep, I'm very sorry, truly deep.
*she runs away*
–Such a shame, you're now away, I guess I am to blame, now let our heads in the pillow lay as tomorrow shall be a new day...
–You made that up?
–Was it I or the one who possesses my will at night?
–Who possesses your will? Creature made of dim moonlight.
–The very same fool that shouts on top of the hill.
–It's hard to guess.
–He, who, with spectral hand, forges words at his own command. He is not from this land. He is quite a loon, my best guess: he is from the moon!
–Perhaps a rabbit?
–One with gruesome habits. Indeed, let the rabbit bleed. That is all he may need, to cut his fur with a knife, thus, may his spirit be rekindled with life. Funny bunny who plays with words, perhaps his shenanigans please the lords! Not me!
–Gruesome habits are sad.
–Ah, yes, it is quite sad, but not all is bad, you see, my bumblebee, your honey could make him a sweet bunny but only God knows which way this wind blows.
–I just love it, I just love the way you write, it is kind a dream you know.
–We'll feast on this dream as if it were strawberries with cream
–*sends a kiss*
–From your lips a kiss, oh what a bliss! Enough, I say, before this magic goes through a tedious way. I shall speak in rhyme... no more, until we care to follow this enchanted lore. Now, why don't you go to bed? You should rest your weary head.
–I was going to ask the same. Well, I want to rest but I don't want to.
–And the reason may be?
–You.
–Ah, my words have scared your sleep, I'm very sorry, truly deep.
*she runs away*
–Such a shame, you're now away, I guess I am to blame, now let our heads in the pillow lay as tomorrow shall be a new day...
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