by Starless Eyes » Sat Jun 16, 2012 10:26 am
▪ Username: proud celestia
▪ Whelkon Name:Creature in the Crypt
▪ Art and/or Poem:
My snow stained pelt
Strains in the sunlight
My blond red welts
Will I flee or will I fight
My horns so large so noble
My blood red eyes dead set in you
You are a demon, you think your able
To defeat me, you don't have a clue
Blood stains your hands
I see it now
My family wouldn't meet your demands
They wouldn't. But you made them bow
So now, I will lance you
Then go off with my sweet heart
So now I bid you adieu.
To be with my love. My sweet, my tart
I shall sing her a song
That no other has sung
But very many shall. Shan't be to long
So let me see. Trust me, it isnt done.
It's a tale of old
A tale of new
It's a tale that can't be bought or sold
So feel lucky. To hear my song. You are some of the few.
The blinding sun draws me away
The dark night draws me in.
I feel the ebb and the sway
But still. I cannot win
I feel your heart
It closes in the air
So sweet, so tart
I wish I could win and still be fair
But I wouldn't be here
Without you be my side
You were always, so near
You would never run or hide
Dear, listen to my voice.
As to the fact I can't see
Trust me, there's no choice
That your the only one for me
I may be white
I may be blind
But I come alive in the night
And hold you close. And be your find
Like the sun finds the dawn
Like the moon kisses the stars
And like the moon and the sun, I have wait an eon
And yet also like this ancient things, I have many scars
Let me be your pillow
Where you lay your delicate head
In that place with the ancient willow
Let me be your bed
And I shall sing to thee
As you drift of to sleep
And only this night, you shall see me
But I hope it would keep
And even I rest my head.
On this willow bed
With you in my hold, nothing was said
I couldn't move if I wanted I was lead
I remember that place, with that willow
Right by the sea.
I remember you, you were aglow
My perfect, perfect Annabel lee
((yes.... I had to throw Edgar Allen Poe into this. But all of it is mine, I even changed the last line. I just used Annabel Lee))
▪ Why you want this Whelkon (Few sentences): because, he is gorgeous. Hottest one ive seen yet. In my head he is singing this poem to another Welkon I an going for. But yea. And he is albino. I have been desperately looking for a quality albino. But still with markings. He isn't young, he is ancient. The spirit of life it's self. He spoke, as if from a dream. His appearance was like a 3d image. And his spirit just looked at me. He is a ghost of something deeper and darker then people reckon.
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Starless Eyes on Thu Jul 05, 2012 2:18 am, edited 4 times in total.
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Tʜᴇsᴇ ᴀʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ɴɪɢʜᴛs ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ʟɪɢʜᴛs ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴡᴇ ғᴀᴅᴇ ɪɴ
Tʜᴇsᴇ ᴀʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴏʀᴅs ʙᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴏʀᴅs ᴀʀᴇɴ’ᴛ ᴄᴏᴍɪɴɢ ᴏᴜᴛ
Tʜᴇʏ ʙᴜʀɴ ‘ᴄᴀᴜsᴇ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴀʀᴇ ʜᴀʀᴅ ᴛᴏ sᴀʏ
Fᴏʀ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏ ғᴀɪʟɪɴɢ sᴜɴ, ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ’s ᴀ ᴍᴏʀɴɪɴɢ ᴀғᴛᴇʀ
Tʜᴏᴜɢʜ I’ᴍ ᴇᴍᴘᴛʏ ᴡʜᴇɴ ʏᴏᴜ ɢᴏ
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Tʜᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ ɪs ᴜɢʟʏ
Bᴜᴛ ʏᴏᴜ’ʀᴇ ʙᴇᴀᴜᴛɪғᴜʟ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴇ
Aʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛʜɪɴᴋɪɴɢ ᴏғ ᴍᴇ
Lɪᴋᴇ I’ᴍ ᴛʜɪɴᴋɪɴɢ ᴏғ ʏᴏᴜ
I ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ sᴀʏ I’ᴍ sᴏʀʀʏ, ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜ
Tʜᴏᴜɢʜ I ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ ɴᴇᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ɢᴏ
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