O' Guilded sky,
your lights light up my soul...
your golden glow radiates throughout the region,
The great globe,
Your source,
glowing, shining brighter then heavens light,
For you, burn memories into your observer's lives,
you fuel the romance of a young couple,
you give such happiness,
only to dissapear, into the dark.
But i, O light of my life;
O' setting of my heart,
Never dispear,
for i know you'll be back.....
To shine again.
O' Guilded sky,
your lights light up my soul...
your golden glow radiates throughout the region,
The great globe,
Your source,
glowing, shining brighter then heavens light,
For you, burn memories into your observer's lives,
you fuel the romance of a young couple,
you give such happiness,
only to dissapear, into the dark.
But i, O light of my life;
O' setting of my heart,
Never dispear,
for i know you'll be back.....
To shine again.
Great bogwuffling assbutts, I have little to no motivation for making this. But by all means, I'm sure there are 3.5 of you out there that, perhaps, in the eternity that has passed since the heydays of bad MS Paint abominations, chat role play and the occasional verbal spat with more foul words being flung about then a Maltese bar on a Friday night, still might have had a single fleeting thought in the past year.
"What ever happened to that berk with the blue the weird blue fox thing as an avatar with so many colours jammed in there it hurts my eyes and his weird love of being a chat bumpkin? "
Well, wonder for naught a moment longer my art