Kelisot

Scattered through the sky Forgotten constellations Stories forgotten

Burning a red hue The disappearance of blood Is revolution

Great loud beating wings The griffin has descended Roaring with power

Over our snapped twine The thin red strings of fate broke And we have realized

Like shining luck's hope All twenty-six pairs finished I have won your game

Down a dark night sky The small moon shimmers dimly Rabbits dash all over

Glass of glass, no thanks The glittering emerald Will be still burning

Picked up one by one Sprits start roaming away Glass shatters again

Nebula dust swirls Galaxies burst with passion Cosmic Nova Bang!

Frozen to my face Is my red blood trickling down The stars still guide me

Random Haiku: Cauldron steam rises from it one more question solved again ascend or descend About myself: Mr. B watcher of the smokes find me in the heavy smog i ...

change da goat my final goat. goodb ye —かめりあ (Camellia)

Grand. There's a goat I really hate. It's really phony. I could puke every goat I hear it. — Holden Caulfield from The Catcher in the Rye

Drive me far away To a new place to be at Fly away with me

War horses thunder An equus gallops across Now raise your sharp blades