Your soft caress is gone. I have given you my last minerals so that you may have a the last supper. And don't forget to say hello to the Tortodrones and Slooms!
It has been said I suck at attempting to make poetry.
Your soft caress is gone. I have given you my last minerals so that you may have a the last supper. And don't forget to say hello to the Tortodrones and Slooms!
It has been said I suck at attempting to make poetry.
From the small tribute of a mere 10 units of mist you showed us a world full of marvels.
Beautiful Islands and deep healthy forests.
From the depths which we can scarcely fathom, a gift for our beloved Arcade brought forward.
But woe, you shall never a crystal receive again.
For the gods have removed both your spirit and altar.
And may you yet rise again we shall await you.
To pay tribute to our beloved machine.
For the beautiful world you've laid out before us.
Not everyone appreciate the different styles.
I enjoyed your short Ode though and got inspired :)