by Alorty » Tue Mar 13, 2012 12:09 pm
((HAPPY ONE-HUNDRED! :D))
The baker, a rather plump man, looked kindly at Amethyst and Kyle. His expression faltered some once the conversation directed towards the theft. "Oh, that little sprite? Something was weird with that lass; almost as of she were one of them Nighters. Had a dark aura about, she did." The baker scowled, shaking his head some. "Guards chased her off, heading towards the palace. I didn't watch, though. Next thin I know, guard comes back and pays me for the bread, says the Prince took care of it. Good fellow, The Prince."
If this final breath could somehow save this world
I'd breathe my last sigh and close my tired eyes
And all the ones we lost, we'd find again
In this beautiful world we've wished for.
But the world grows darker...
We can't recover...
This narrow cage that we depend on slowly crumbles...
Is this the end we cannot mend?
We're slowly dying...
If we're here, even with fear,
We must keep fighting... Will I stay where it's safe and sound?
Or will I fight 'till I hit the ground?
Inside this bitter cage,
all the flowers wilt down in the crimson sky.
Take my hand, will we run or stay
In this world, full of cruelty?
Will we take arms,
With the hopes to see the sun again?
We pray...
Do we lack the strength to fight?
Have we lost the will to fly?