keys and dragons
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Thread Topic: keys and dragons
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( it's not funny i am not even apart of the fandomn and they frustrate me )
The raven flew higher to see what was happening -
Heartless are annoying))
Atemu hovered after distroying the heartless -
I knwo )
The raven looked in curiosity -
Atemu landed at his wings vanished and sat down
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The raven flew back to her tee out of sight
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Atemu sighed and closed his eyes as he leaned on a tree to rest
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She transformed into her main form
She looked like tauriel but had black hair freckles and black raven wings -
Atemu fell asleep
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She took out her tambourine and was playing it softy
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Atemu partially woke up
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She began to sing softly along with the beat
One flies in to case the joint,
boldly struts around.
Two fly in to make it three,
laugh a while and knock each other down.
Four flies in with a frowning walk
gains a laugh from out a squawk
but it's five who owns the place
and proves it with a look, stopping
six and seven in their tracks from
smuggling a book.
Words within our grasp--do we let go?
Do we fly heavily with the weight of what we know?
My friend bids me come and see
the ravens in the library
setting quiet pages free.
One for fiction, two for truth,
three for bikes and bathing suits
four for scifi/fantasy
five loves art and ancient skulls
six eats periodicals
seven lives in poetry
(One for sorrow, two for joy,
three for girls and four for boys,
five for silver, six for gold,
seven for a secret never told!)
One hangs out on the drama shelves
but keeps the monologues to herself
two and three are studying jewels
Four reads all about the Huns
five won't share the shiny ones
six and seven label molecules
(One crow sorrow, two crows mirth
three a wedding, four a birth
five crows silver, six crows gold,
seven ravens, curious and bold!)
Words within our grasp--do we let go?
Do we fly heavily with the weight of what we know?
hours of study flying by
words soaked up by beady eyes
long debates into the night
pages flying everywhere
seek the language word by word
like the black and clever bird
never let it bring you down
all the things we haven't figured out
My friend bids me come and see
the ravens in the library
setting quiet pages free
(knitting up the 'raveled sleeve of care
pages flying everywhere)
Seven reads about the gods,
chuckles to herself;
to the rest, she never lets on.
Try to catch a glimpse of them
bickering like mortal men-
feathers on the sidewalk.
If you heard a raven say such horrible words
as the ones you may have heard in your day to day,
would it make you choose your own more carefully
around the ones you love?
my friend bids me come and see
the ravens in the library
setting quiet pages free.
(Knitting up the sleeve of care
pages flying everywhere.) -
Atemu smiled and went back to sleep
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" tauriel always did have the better talent with the voice " she said aloud smiling
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Atemu twitched slightly
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She was playing her tambourine again " this one was always her favourite " she said before singing
Don't look for home in me between the lines of this,
our fairytale
Man cannot follow the monsters.
It's simple for you love but never for me
Nothing can be as it once was.
Call me a beast as you've always done
but one which can no longer love you
Look for me not, lover, I am long gone
how can you hope to follow?
You're meant to crawl
upon your knees
not steal my soul
or talk to me
nor beg me to come home with you
the last thing i would ever do
I am the place where air meets ice
escaping from your paradise
the girl with the lion's tail!
I don't want to be the girl you tame
an oddity locked away somewhere safe
I don't want to be the girl you tame
your one-heart menagerie, lonely
Give me back the girl I was, the beast I used to be
shedding the skin of this creature
You were never cage enough to keep the light inside
deny me the sky and I'm running.
A lion must keep something back for her own
if she's been let to live.
I'd sooner run that waste away at home
You already have all that I had to give.
Give me back my broken heart,
the dress I wore in Ostia,
everything you took away
and soul-self replaced;
take away your holiness
your pleading and your crying eyes
and bring me back the girl I was,
untamed.
Go cry your Ave Maria my love
cry me a river to hell
hell or home its all much the same
your script, your sain, your cell.
I don't want to be the girl you tame
an oddity, locked away somewhere safe
I don't want to be the girl you tame
your one-heart menagerie, lonely
(Ave Maria, gratia plena)
your one-heart menagerie
Ave Maria, gratia plena, dona nobis pacem, amen
(If you don't feed what you have tamed
how can you ask it to love you?)
(Give me this!)
(I don't wanna be the girl you tame,
your one-heart menagerie, lonely)
Your one-heart menagerie...
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