Deer Life
Spirited over the land,
They dance their agile dance.
Flitting to and fro,
They hasten from war.
Hooves tapping lightly,
They prance to their watering hole.
Lapping with tiny tongues,
They drink the crystal clear,
They watch the other deer.
Sing, sing, little doe,
Watch as the people row.
Sing your silly song,
For your life will not last long.
*Original of Chesshire Spades*
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The Darkened State
Thơ caA bunch of poems and random writings that I found in a bunch of old journals. Some of these are new, however. The title is called The Darkened State for a reason. This is due to most of them being depressing or twisted while I was in The Darkened St...
