song

Around the old town and in sewers would be posters, mainly on Nook and Wraith board, on old weary paper This Saturday shall be premier of the new song I have written in Wraith. Come to see it. To get your interest you can see the song right there When the Spirit says we is de master race We...

A Song about a young woman named Evie, written by Miss Clementine Bagshaw. It is public knowledge that she wrote this. [Rosabelle, speaking] Evie! Oh Evie, don’t do that again. [Evie, speaking] I’m sorry, mama. You know I cannot control this… this curse..! [Rosabelle, singing] Never have I...

For so many years Milo had forced the memories of playing piano into the back of his mind. Though his fingers yearned to dance across the keys and his voice wished to be accompanied by the light melody of the instrument he refused to give in to them. Of course, he had played a few times since he...

I know you think I got it all figured out 'cause I walk around like my head’s in the clouds but I’m just boy with his heart pourin' out Of his head I wish that you could see the pain that I’ve seen and All of the time I spent being not me and I hope you know it’s not always happy In my head...

Milo was beaten. He was worn and frayed,just an empty shell of the man he once was. The only comfort he had now was his voice and even that sometimes couldn't help his shattered soul. In a barley audible tone,he began to sing, eyes unfocused as he stared up at the ceiling above his bed. "I...

In an empty room at the top of a house stood a beautiful grand paino,it's keys shiny from the lack of use and it's lid covered in dust. A heartbroken boy had recently discovered this piano, and he came here every night to play it and sing. Lowering himself onto the stool,Milo ran and hand across...

Pulling the blanket tighter around his shoulders,the young boy let his head rest against the wall next to the bed he was supppsed to be in,but the mattress was way too soft and the pillows much to fluffy from what he was used to so he had ditched the bed all together and decided to sleep on the...

Milo's hands curled into fists,nails digging into the palms of his hands as he tried to keep calm in the damp cell. He had been caught. Again. It was the third time this week and he was getting kind of annoyed at the fact he couldn't pick a pocket like he used to. Another guard shuffled past his...

Milo let his hair fall into his face,the skin under his eyes dark from many sleepless nights,hoping it would cover them. Another tear slid down his cheek as he wrapped his arms around his chest and tucked his chin into the collar of his jacket,eyes lifted towards the sky where the light of the...

"Little so you know how I'm breaking while you fall asleep." Milo murmered into the hair of the figure sleeping beside him,their nose tucked in the curve of Milo's neck. "Little do you know I'm still haunted by the memories. Little do you know I'm trying to pick myself up piece by piece." His...

I'm losing my faith though I was never religious. Losing my patience while I pray for forgiveness. Brandishing his weapon Milo leapt forwards,a smile warping his features as he unarmed his opponent. Washing my hands but the water is wasted. I tried the darker side and I liked how it tasted. "It...

The thud if Milo's knees hitting the dirt echoed throughout the silent field,tears blurring the boys vision until the writing in the stone was barley legible. "I only got you in my stories and you know I tell them right. I remember you and I, when I'm awake at night." He began to sing,voice...

His hair was clinging weakly to his forehead,teeth gritted and eyes squeezed shut in an attempt to ignore everyone and everything around him. He didn't need this right now,not at all. Letting his hands move upwards to wrap themselves around his knees Milo slackened his jaw and began to sing...

A thousand years or more ago When I was newly forged, There lived four nobles of renown, Whose names are still well known: Bold Coen, from wild Galloway, Fair Ailemer, from Letaite, Kind Holaharice, from Orn, Shrewd D'eluise, from Montrelet. They shared a wish, a hope, a dream, They hatched a...

I had a little fun once I re-found my missing Mic. A song parody based on Wutienda's creation of Essiphuale to corrupt the Yanar. https://soundcloud.com/omnomivore/wutienda-say-goodbye-to-the-florae