Deadly Nightshade

I'll read it buddy

yeah I liked the first one I had...and plus the painting is called "Shade" so it works

Alright...bad ass fairy coming up

Omg you saw the movie the best movie of all time in my eyes!

Nothing is ever good enough for you hopper...nothing....but im going to go with an evil mermaid...here we go

Fine you dont like the "burnt wings" I have another fun one

..............but its not.......its just....creepy... <_

:*nods in agreement* when did fairys like that get faces?

They are not supposed to make sense just as long as there entertaining

:yuitongue:

I ment it as a sarcastic comment... but it is all how reader interprets the poem

It suits you

Thine skin is fair and thine eyes are blue

and this rose I give is for you

but beware dear sweet Pete

for touch the thorn and 'tis death ye shall meet

(No I do not know anyone named Pete... it just rhymed with meet thats all )

I do hope I am not to late, but for a title: Lady of the Black Rose

(By the was it should have said Crystal Tears...not Teard....

Where were the Gods when the Unicorns cried

crystal tears from the starry eyed,

shed unheralded on distant shores

for the destruction of forests, pollution of the ocean floors?

Gods that looked away without concern

while Earth was raped, her purity spurned

with only the crystal tears to mark the demise

of her virgin forests, pure oceans and clear skies.

While Gods come and go as the wiles of humans evolves

created to justify our egos as our morality dissolves,

Unicorns stand ever ready by the Goddess' hand

to fight to the death in defense of their land.

Cling to the crystal tears, keep them ever near

for they shall comfort us and protect us from our fear.

And when the Gods fade and fail to hear our plight

the Mother and her Unicorns will guide us through the night.

I just hope no one really holy reads it

I lay in shambles on the floor all is quite

the son of a bitch got me...why did I say so long

I should have got out when I had the chance

but he got me and left but they will find him

the one who got me I hope they punish him good

I hope they get him....how could I rest with the one who killed me still about

the one...I thought he loved me... hes the one who had a night with my mother

shes the one who carried me in her whom...gave birth to me she left

and hes the one who took care of me

my father I thought he loved me...

I guess I was wrong...

I lay in shambles on the floor all is quiet

the son of a bitch got me...why did I say so long

I should have got out when I had the chance

but he got me and left, but they will find him

the one who got me I hope they punish him good

I hope they get him....how could I rest with the one who killed me still about

the one...I thought he loved me... he's the one who had a night with my mother

she's the one who carried me in her womb...gave birth to me-she left

and he's the one who took care of me

my father. I thought he loved me...

I guess I was wrong...

..wow, I like it. . but remind me never to get on your bad side

I dont know what possessed me to do that....well yes I do... Jack handy on Saturday night live and it goes a little something like this:

"If you define cowardice as running away at the first sign of danger, screaming and tripping and begging for mercy, then yes, Mr. Brave man, I guess I'm a cowerd"

Am I really a cowardly cowered who cowers in the confines of that cold, clammy cobwebbed cottage?

...Yes...

Knock Knock

Deaths at the door should I answer it?...

would it hold the key to my happiness?

could it really take away the pain in my heart?

maybe

would it hold the key to others sorrow?.

who would care?

should I?

maybe

Should I open the door with the clash of thunder and meet my fate?

is there really an after life?

will I find the answers I so earn to know?

maybe

There is but one way to find out...