[Miniver:] Well, that took most of my stash to get me mellow enough to write it, but here babe. I know I'm a couple weeks early fer this time of the year or whatever.... Whatever. This is just about the least metal thing I've ever written. Hope yer happy, poet. I've gotten all soft and crap. Here's the yearly ballad.
Your fingers rest upon the strings Soon to coax out a lover's song But dearest, never wait too long The feeling's ever fleeting
I long to see your sad eyes smile Every day I yearn for that grace A flash, a glimpse, a single trace It would make the years spent worthwhile
The tale's been told so many ways I fear that day has come and gone Where revered as gods, we once lived on So now let's live in grace.
You look to me now, with blue clouded eyes Tears streaming down such pale cheeks Enduring, years, months, days, and weeks Never considering yourself wise
But dearest, love, darling, mine Don't see this as the book's ending See it as my heart and soul mending And the passage through a line
Never fear, my poetic muse, We'll do well on our own, With loving family, not alone, We've made it through the ruse.
Come on home fer the holidays, babe. It ain't the same without you an' Toki both together, with yer tinsel all over the damn place. [/locked]
Nat'n, you know what's gunna be great about this holiday?