This name I know, burned in the screen's white eyes
In silent hiding behind its red hair.
We let masks smile, we tell our blissful lies
And share our words, never skin to let bare.
So soft the colors of our disguise
So ardent the voices of our black lines
And riant the faces who then arise.
Step towards the window, withdraw the vines.
So if my heart beats, if my eyes grow wide
If the mist's snowy hair can speak of mine
If in her cyan blood my mind reside
Can I know what in him you intertwine?
Read them again, hand on the wall of glass:
Through gentle whispers my soul bids to pass.
In silent hiding behind its red hair.
We let masks smile, we tell our blissful lies
And share our words, never skin to let bare.
So soft the colors of our disguise
So ardent the voices of our black lines
And riant the faces who then arise.
Step towards the window, withdraw the vines.
So if my heart beats, if my eyes grow wide
If the mist's snowy hair can speak of mine
If in her cyan blood my mind reside
Can I know what in him you intertwine?
Read them again, hand on the wall of glass:
Through gentle whispers my soul bids to pass.
Nothing much to say apart that this is part vent, part an excuse to post my random cryptical Elizabethan sonnet. You can now gaze upon the weird zoom up of Kasumi's eyes... I would love comments, on both the writing and the drawing. Thanks ^^
I'm glad you find the coloring is good because most of the time the colors I choose are horrible...
