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Upside-down Poetess Wenduvian Women: A poetess for Earth is bound Her world is upside-down She has a silly frown The color of a gold-crème crown She will wear In her rose-washed hair This Oblivion Fate Daalar Kricho: It is lonely in this tomb It is lonely in this life's cell But now I have some company in this dark well Because we all know what misery loves And I have made a vow to myself The misery is a gift I will give to others It is lonely in the torture chamber of the devil's den Beaten by the seductress Love to her is pain and solace I have tasted her sweet rapture She is like the burning daughter of the Euphrates River When my senses were severed from my subconscious Let loose the immortal context Of destiny spent imprisoned Let loose the immortal context Of destiny meant for oblivion This oblivion fate A soul dangling near the mouth of the gate Can you catch the formless child before the vow breaks? Daylight Hears You Crawl Parsven Undertoad: Daylight hears you crawl Daylight here she comes Talking to you pleasantly About the weather presently It seems there might be A storm coming through She wants to talk with you And tell you all about what she saw A water drop firstly Then steady the sky was bursting And the desert used to be thirsty She came in And she sat down At the table Her hair was dark and brown She stared for a minute Then looked down for two She was chasing spirits In Gorgolo's Saloon Daylight hears you crawl Across the desert Into the bathroom stall You've made your bed In muddy straw She thinks the sun is coming for us all Eternal Scent Zebba Whitsen: I feel like I have been crawling out of the dirt Trying to get back to Earth I am far away from home The scent of other souls Do they think that they are alone? I have struggled to be set free W/the dancing rivers of desire My soul will be refreshed I am far away from home The scent of other souls Do they think that they are alone? I am giving you a message to get back To the place from where I was sent I am finding your everything from your eternal scent Bone Plateau Space Leopards: There is a bone plateau Have you ever noticed the edges of finger-laces, How sharp they are? To walk the distance of scarred transportation And never make it from the couch to the car The highways have bled With lives unfortunately fled They will afford for new risks Got buried away in avalanche bliss Spectacle of Fire Motion Lixrishia Empress: Her strength is drawn from within... On wings of silver destiny she flew thru makeshift twilight To the counsel of Ceraenndai to confer with me And examine the droning plight So many victims had there been in the kingdom's rural provinces The warrior drones, preying on the huntresses, have dishonored their code with offenses The counsel listens as her blade glistens Saailei Huntress demands To take a stand Drones have steel-plated armor, short & long spikes, and grappling claws. Saailei huntress has stealth prowess, power drain, And the ability to land on her feet when she falls The battle is set and in a spectacle of fire motion Saailei Huntress jumps, Twirls her body and kicks the archaic drones in to a land fill dump. She stands at the foot Of the Waste Mount, All who would challenge her She surmounts The Mystery of the Night Parsven Undertoad: Do you want to feast tonight? Feed the inner-beast tonight? Do you want to decipher the mystery of the night? Just look inside The path to the pit is wide Convince yourself everything is fine Will you be ruler of the lost? Destined to interpret dreams of uncertainty Are you dining on their painful cries? Wear the image of a tired prize They think they are nothing without their idols They will be walking a death-march for many miles Just look inside See who you really are Your life is a scar On the face of existence This is the mystery of the night Where we all turn into Slightly altered images of ourselves Ever so slightly The nightly altar images Fight their way into your brain I will bring you a withering flower At our fateful hour Behind a Mirror of Draped Thoughts Professor Obrioutte: Ah, so we find That the light ever brightly blinds, Our fleeing paths cross and we match wits with the will to survive There's a question on our minds Will we find our home planet? Or are we victims of the night's painful charade? How far are they willing to take this game? How do we rid ourselves of our galactic nuisance It feels like this is real galactic nonsense Behind a mirror of draped thoughts Lies our path to freedom The Flames of Daybreak Sally Astronomicle: Lying in your arms Was like the earth's crust thrust Upon my shoulders Time has grown older And the air has turned colder But we have gotten bolder Zebba Whitsen: I think I am getting misty-eyed I have flattered the lady to foolishness I think I shall turn in for the night You can reappear to this feasting crowd Lollygag Brutus: I do not know where you have Been in my mind climbing around on ladders And bent-metal pressed against loose teeth Zebba Whitsen: Can you see into the future? The StarFlower: Of course not Let us step away from the flames of daybreak... The Hearts of Time Vestaisiax: A long, feathery cape The grasp they cannot escape The hour is getting late The hearts anxiously await their return The chorus wheel begins to burn Zebba Whitsen: Tell me, have we found it Or have we searched Yet in vain The StarFlower: It is not for me to tell you It is for you to tell yourself You could search the entire universe And still he would evade you But he would be right in front of you Search inside yourself Zebba Whitsen: My gosh-ity It would be an atrocity If I have searched in vain A Haunted Breeze in the Villa Zebba Whitsen: I sit alone In my midnight chair Surrounded by Night Maidens These are not creatures, they are songs of twilight There are some who claim That in certain villas One can find A haunted breeze I know of it I have been comforted by its cool companionship I'll go with the haunted breeze It's a common pastime in Quadrant U I love to feel the freedom of the air The haunted breeze is blowing through my snakeskin hair I am in this night Like a bite On a ghostly mite Caves of Diamond Memories Biibyl Midibel: If you are A June bug of doom Where are your jittery-critter wings? Daalar Kricho: They are hidden, of course Perhaps I will show you Vestaisiax: At this very hour There are new acquaintances being made In a cocoon of love that is a cold, damp cave Sally Astronomicle: I just love this shade Daalar Kricho: I am having a perfectly refined moment Do you like diamond memories, my dear? They are those from whence You can create any past you want Wreaking Madness for Amusement Lollygag Brutus: Our gas-tank is down to its last gallon We will have just enough fuel in the Galactic Stallion To reach our homeland destination Sally Astronomicle: There is a face Cemented in the sidewalk Lollygag Brutus: Who do you suppose it belongs to? Zebba Whitsen: It looks like Professor Obrioutte's He has gone to the Barrier Reef Grief Zone |
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