(Kanaya Freestyle)
A simple jaded blood, you see
Is no different from you or me
In her short life she'd learned to weave
A gown of cerulean and green
And as she grew, her gown did, too
With colors of red, orange, and blue
With one mistake, her thread would break
All the colors would dissipate
In her weakened state she'd watch
As all the colors clashed and fought
Once all was finished, said, and done,
She'd finally seen which colors had won
It's true she tried but couldn't prevent
The clown who hides inside the vent
Or the villain with shattered mind
Who since then has been left behind
Red, orange, blue, a tangled mess
Below the color she'd grown to detest
Her cerulean mistress, tall and proud
said, "Jaded, dear, just look around
Purple, Indigo and I
Have ripped the fabric and broke all ties"
And so, with heavy heart and frown
She destroyed what remained of her gown
One color stood out, dear and true
The torn up bits of cerulean blue
Perhaps by some strange change in luck
The jade blood got to change things up
Rather than ruin what was left
Of her mangled and tattered dress
Our jade and cerulean set out
To travel down a different route
They picked apart the broken string
And began to change everything
With the broken thread they'd spun
A rainbow web for everyone
Though now they've gone their separate ways
Their future is anything but grey
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Homestuck Poems
PoetryI get bored a lot and often write poetry. Here's some I did about Homestuck. Enjoy.
