by Lenna » Mon Apr 16, 2012 3:36 am
Key raised an eyebrow slightly, but dropped the topic, feeling that it wasn't really his business, though he couldn't help but wonder what kind of 'special circumstances' would force Lord Death to allow a six year old into the DWMA. "Well, you'd better keep her on a leash or the teacher won't like her very much." he said jokingly, glancing over his shoulder when he heard a yawn. "Oh yeah, Iko, this is Tintin. Tintin, this is Iko." he said with a grin, not sure if they'd met before or not.
Here they talked of REVOLUTION.
Here it was they lit the flame.
Here they SANG about `tomorrow'
And tomorrow never came.
♠ ♠ ♠
From the table in the corner
They could see a world REBORN
And they rose with voices ringing
I can HEAR them now!
The very words that they had sung
Became their LAST communion
On the lonely barricade at d a w n .~.Made by flight . thief.~