infidel_calypso
Mar 25, 2008 23:30
Mm. Spring.
De wahm air pleases Tia. She miss de swampy steam from her long-time home...de bright wild eyes o' her chil'ren o'de rivahs.
Seasons of blood moons. Bah.
Best nae seein' pleadin' mout's at her door.
calm goddess,
busy busy,
oh well,
waiting for release,
annoying mortals,
the sea,
carry on city,
spring,
back to normalcy,
away from all that she love
infidel_calypso
Feb 27, 2008 16:23
An' be de misery bahk where it be meant t'be?
De more ye smiled, de more morose ye be t'day, hnn?
May de spring come. An' wit it, blossoms and warm babies, aye it be time fo' rebirt'. Fo' de daughter t'return to de mot'er, an' for de snow t'be wiped from de lands...
calm goddess,
mortals,
nothing to do,
sigh,
oh well,
annoying mortals,
carry on city,
hah hah,
post-curse,
back to normalcy,
away from all that she love