I wish along a coldy snow,
with nothing more than a shady dough.
I run around the angel socks,
throwing pebbles and sand and rocks.
When the skies go grey and the eagle's sing,
when the kid cries with a regal chin.
For that's not a splinter but a mere cold winter.
So you shackle and shol until the battle keels over.
That's when you'll know, to rattle with the tides of a crow.
hisoka, owlb0ned, mexus,
Thanks guys you don't know how much this means to me. I'm going to submit it for a competition.
Its 12 and under so i think i have a good shot.