The beauty of a shape shifter is in the mind.
Though a Siren's call often clouds it.

Though I'll give it a shot.
*clears his throat*

She’s all my fancy painted her, she’s lovely, she’s divine,
If she or I had lost a limb, it would surely mend in time,
Trust in this, for I and Her, we share such shifts of fate:
There is no power to deliquesce such beauty in her state.

This one honors me with his ravishing rhymes and artistic use of language!
You truly know beauty when you see it, and I believe that it takes one to know one.

Thank you, kind alice, for the poem... Although I didn't take you as a believer in "shifts of fate".

Poetry is fun, I couldn't help myself.
Heh. I do not know if you are aware of just how on the mark you are with that sentiment, I'll pass it off as a reciprocal compliment for the time being. As for shifts of fate, i've seen good luck turn sour and the miraculous happen before my eyes. The bittersweet melancholy that is this life has far too many sudden forks in such outlandish directions for me to describe it as anything but.

I would strongly be mindful of the path you seek, my friend...

Shoot, The Nightdown has put blinders upon my mind's eye. I can now only see forwards and not side to side.
Why must it be a path and not a meadow? What I would not give for my choices to have such rolling hills and gentle slopes.
Gentle sun illuminating each footfall upon the warmth of the world with no semblance of destination.

But now the darkness hugs in on the cutting thorough the woods, a resolute forward march to destinations known and unknowable with cold ground meeting my progress. The uncleared trees providing roots by which to trip me up.

This escape has certainly turned sinister. Be mindful I must.

But for all the world, why could I not just linger a few moments more by the side of the path? I've been this way before and I know the end well enough. It was the journey I missed the first time. So I shall, strongly, be mindful of these steps. They faded once in the blink of an eye. Now I will hold them for eternity and cherish their passing.

Don't mind him, he's just jealous that the silver in your tongue is worth more than gold. Linger as long as you want, my friend. I will help you take those blinders off and set your imagination free... I could be the light through your darkness, but only you can open your perspective enough to see... Without the pesky Nightdown trying to close it, of course.

Hopefully we won't set it too free. I do enjoy the confines of my skull occasionally. :3
Kidding!

I owe it to myself to live many lives and see the world through many sets of eyes.
Red and Black or Green and White.

I don't distain either viewpoint, but these days I tend to follow the road not taken... as little difference as there may be between them.

Plus you choose to be pretty, and that helps. :3

Aw, you're sweet... And you definitely owe that perspective to yourself. Our great leader spoke often about keeping your path open allows for greater possibilities to find where you will be. Then you're less likely to wind up with one of us fighting for your soul, haha.

Implying my soul is less worth fighting for?
Oh you wound me Noxis, like an arrow to the heart :3

That's some very pretty poetry along with this art. And I've never seen a skelecat before! I love the combination!

Oh, and thank you for Watching me about a week ago.

Oh thank you, and the pleasure is all mine! Your profile presents a very interesting and unique concept that I rather enjoy perusing!