It must be a day of writing, for I feel creative juices flowing through my-
Milo: Daniiii!!
Me: <n< I was GOING to say VEINS. I'm not THAT furry yet.


^^ Stereotypes that I don't support aside, here's the poem, inspired by Foxamoore's Piano revision of Autumn Tide.




The Birth of Death,
The death of Life,
Fleeting, ephemeral,
Beautiful and mystical,
A marble Gravestone palace
Spread like a Wonderland
‘cross maps and citadels as
Hawks soar on
Eddying air;
Balloons in the sky,
Drifting, ephemeral
A dream from yester nights past.


Autumn breeze glides,
Chilling the skin
But
Bringing warm feelings
A friend on cold nights.

Whispering Zephyrs murmur into
Thou ears,
This is my Breath that
Shall die
As the winter grows chill.