Cira
Best Onion
He's lying. He can't.
Alas, my lord of dark,Archon Kaan said:Alas, may fair maiden of snow,
Its a a bitter truth, hidden for only few to know,
Every breath, every gasp for survival,
will be laced heavy with inyourendo.
That's what I mean! I could pull off that kind of simple poetry. She's so easily impressed.Netherworld said:lso, poetry isn't that hard.