• They Come From The Shadows

    Lamp light flickers,
    church bells fight,
    such the perfect time of night.

    Laughs and whistles fill the air,
    No, your right this is no fair.

    From the the darkness they shall rise,
    To claim the fairest of the prize.

    They are the wronged,
    But they are right,
    With bloodied hands they stand to fight.
    They take what is not theirs,
    From fairest skin,
    To smoothest curls.

    They rise towards what they feel is right,
    Never ever losing sight,
    Never making the smallest blight.

    They do what we wouldn't dare,
    They will steal the Kings chair.


    We Are The Chosen

    Swirling twirling dancing here,
    In our place we have no fear,
    But when the shadows come to life,
    Our piece of life becomes a fright.


    We obay in everyway,
    That doesn't mean we want to stay,
    They may be the ones chasing the star,
    But we are not very far,


    In our places as we stand,
    Praying for a helping hand,
    Take us away,
    Very far,
    Where we may become a shooting star.


    Though we came to dance this night,
    You will give us a terrible fright.
    From the darkness you allure,
    Making us feel so secure,
    But when we come to our own knight.


    The dances end, in the dark of night.


    The link to the rp-
    http://www.gaiaonline.com/forum/barton-town/aper-oon-o-a-a-sixteenth-century-kidnapping/t.60036225/