#Today i wandered ‘twixt purple blobs and golden mice, a cap upon my brow, a smirk none could price (??) Söme are born to bloom, some to be Ditto in disguise, and I, sweet fool, did both, with poppies in my eyes :o
Tis the tournament, and i, its devoted maiden, am smitten. I am a Valorant girl, true of aim and fierce of heart, and i do love this tourney more than words may e’er impart. Let spikes be planted, let clutches be won, for i’ll cheer till the final round is done \ö/
Tis iron in the marrow, root in stone,
And I will stand where storms do break, and stay.
Thou mayst bring daggers dressed in honeyed words, or smiles that hide the knife behind the teeth. I see thee, serpent in the garden's bloom; Thy sweetest poison findeth no cup here.
Lace at the collar, thorns in the leather,
a rose-flushed cheek and a stormy weather. Sweet as a sonnet, sharp as the quill, she’ll
steal your heart and be gentle still.
Lace at the collar, thorns in the leather,
a rose-flushed cheek and a stormy weather. Sweet as a sonnet, sharp as the quill, she’ll steal your heart and be gentle still.