T'was the night before contract, and deep underground,Not a killer was stirring, not one to be found.The daggers were sharp and laid out with care,In the hopes that the Night Mother soon would be there. ... *cough* Haven't written any more yet, because I was hit by a severe fit of the giggles at that point.

"And Sithis brings all the bad girls and boys some nice new poisons, and then we all go out and play pin the arrow on the Legion Captain! Doesn't that sound like fun?" *runs for her life*

Sooo..... I saw this... and.... well.... Here... 

 

 

 

T'was the night before contract, and deep underground,

Not a killer was stirring, not one to be found

 

The daggers were sharp and laid out with care,

In hopes that Night Mother's words could soon fill the air

 

The house had been cleansed, of bruise and of rot

but the evil still lurked, the betrayal not thought

 

Our savior and grace in her unholy embrace

To to fall from the pedestal we so boldly had placed

 

But we wept inside for our savior so dear

the corruption not his but the rest, we had feared

 

In the Night Mother's home cold, wet, and vile

we offered ourselves heart, blood, and bile

 

In this moment of rite the betrayer made known

And cast from their place upon Mother's throne

 

Broken and blackened  our emotions all rare

The Night Mother spoke and whispered her care

 

Time slowly passed and moved as it should

till an ancient observer spoke from cloak and from hood

 

Of emotion and pain he drove hope inside

a stake made of joy for our savior revived

 

We work even now for the hope, for that flame

Undoing the damage of which we're to blame

 

 

 

 

 

(GURL, IT GAVE ME CHILLS!)

Edited August 11, 201312 yr by Sunseahl

Wow! That is amazing. Well done.

*applause*