My PatchShe's lovely and gentle and she's sweet and kind
She's always happy to listen to what's on my mind
She talks to me and listens to what I have to say
She never upsets me, I guess that's just her way
She's sometimes upset, but in the end it's worthwhile
To cheer her up, just to see her wonderful smile
She cuddles me close and and I snuggle her tight
She makes me feel like everything is alright
From the light of the morning to the shadow of night
She is my princess, and I am her knight
Her talent and wit no other person can match
She loves her Pop dearly, and I love my Patch
A poem for my good friend/cuddle-buddy, Patch/Grodgudinnan, whom I luff to bits~
...What? I can show compassion too. It's not all deep meanings and twisted mind-[tornado fang] with me, y'know.
...Oh, fine. For those of you who weren't satisfied by the above...
Shadow ManThe shadow man drifts across the streets
Veiled in a cloak of shadows
Swimming through a sea of darkness
No one sees the shadow man
Through the back alleys he sneaks
Like veins of the city, blood-stained
He finds his magic crystals
No one hears the shadow man
Shards of a past life
Shattered and scattered
Around the feet of the uncaring
No one feels the shadow man
Beneath the glow of a sorrowful moon
His crimson tears bathe the floors
For after all, he was nothing else
No one cries for the shadow man
This one is about vangrants.