Starbrite234

In the darkness I wander, For what purpose exactly.... Why it is rather somber, For these reasons are rather deadly. Light provides no cover of stealth, thus it serves no aid for plans made. It is more of a case of wavering health, Truth be told...in its presence I might fade. For thou has no infliction, of person or otherwise. It embitters me in addition, that you move to condemn me with lies. For the night is mine, and the day your course, A sinner am I, hidden in the shadow of thine’s tainted force.

Cogs and gears are like the threads fine crocheting, interwoven in the arteries of the heart of Frankfurt. They are as commonplace as the people, who sit in the cafes alongside the cobblestone roads; Venturing about talk and gossip, as the clicks and turns go about, whilst the sounds of the world around them meld to become music. Vati said once, that a century of grandfather clocks lie silent in Römerberg. Waiting with thin hands until the strike of noon, to sing a symphony of beautiful metallic sound. Those where the rare few sentences uttered that day, that were clean of irritation, and raw with intelligence and passion. He also sai

“Oi, (Name)!” You turned to glance over your shoulder, only to see a certain Scandinavian nation charging in your immediate direction. You wondered how he ran at such a speed, barefoot no less, on burning sand. There was no time to contemplate how he would put on the brakes as sand was being sprayed into your face. Sputtering, you frantically began to rub the grit from your upper body, oblivious to the Nation leering at you with falsely innocent look. “I was wondering who the hottie in the red bikini was, but I never thought it be you (Name)!” He whistled low. You couldn’t stop the flush creeping onto your che