My Knight. |
I miss my hero knight,Now the sun of light,He's as high as a kite,Shinning and bright,It's really quite a sight,Looking at his delight,I just might,Receive the alright,Of the pending invite. Posted by on Fri, 13 Feb 2009 18:29:00 GMT |
Finish. |
To the world, behold,
What I hold,
Is made of gold,
So fine and bold,
But, far too cold,
Much too young to be old,
I can shape and mold,
Into something untold. Posted by on Sat, 08 Nov 2008 00:22:00 GMT |
Them. |
Bow down on your knees,
Commanding words to please,
Like the cold seas,
It's your mind they freeze,
With the feeling of ease,
Brings your disease,
Dim, gleaming keys,
Enter your world to seize. Posted by on Sat, 01 Nov 2008 00:45:00 GMT |