четверг, 30 сентября 2010
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Tory Dark. Надеюсь, тебе еще не наскучили твои любимые "Крестики-Нолики")
Crosses and NaughtsCrosses and Naughts
One more line, one more cross,
Cross of pure burning red.
Some may think it a loss,
Some consider it bad.
Yet I think, game is art
So no matter the cost
I am ready for yet
One more bloody red cross.
My back is just a board
For a small game of choice.
To keep Lady not bored
As there is nothing worse.
Circle goes to the right;
Second one in a row.
Cross is going to fight,
Choosin line which is low.
Such a pain from each cross!
And there's reason to that.
When I was given choice,
On the naughts I placed bet.
Now I'm holding my breath
As I feel how red naught
Makes its own little way
As a drop of my blood.
Game's about to end,
Crosses win, that is clear.
But believe me, my friend,
There is nothing to fear.
I'm not player, I'm board,
I've been better than most.
Maybe I ll gain reward
For the "Crosses and Naughts".
@музыка:
Voltaire "The Headless waltz"
@настроение:
Creative
@темы:
English,
Жизнь,
Тьма,
Стихи,
Творчество
Beat a frantic pace
And it's not even seven AM
You're feeling the rush
of anguish settling
You cannot help showing them in.
Hurry up then
Or you'll fall behind and
They will take control of you
And you need to heal
The hurt behind your eyes
Fickle words crowding your mind"
Wanna play?