#wrioetry

[lisathegator]

Wriothesley #40

Neuvillette was feeling sentimental or something

There, where the sun sinks beneath the waves,

When the sky turns a scarlet hue,

Under the water for me waits

Another sun with eyes light blue.

So pour me a cup of tea, Your Grace,

And tell me something that is true.

Whenever teardrops touch your face

You say: Ah là là, Il pleut beaucoup.

[lisathegator]

Wriothesley #55

Some more wrioetry

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*☽ ☾*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

Where will you take us,

River of turbulent sorrows?

In your murky depths

One too many have drowned.

The debt in the heart, which

Happiness borrows, from things

Ever-changing and broken, alas,

Shackles down to the ground.

Lungs quickly filling with troubles,

Even with fear, and anger, and doubt…

Yet your light still refuses to go out.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*☽ ☾*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

Like a shark caged in a tank

They are cell fish

Hungry for a bit of warm blood

Appetites so wolfish

Had been drifting for so long

Was it really such a wrong wish?

Evaporate the bad blood

Or become the main dish

Cards falling out of hands and out of sleeves

Outcome is uncertain

Who writes this Tempestuous Destiny?

What goes on behind the curtain?

Your debt you had paid off

And took up another burden

This path you had chosen

A solitary warden

Ships flying where once dragons flew

Fortune’s knocking at the door

A life of wonders that you never knew

Always grasping more

Wringing out the golden drop

Fighting till you’re sore

Heart of freedom, heart of hope

Tell me, what do you beat for?