Poem for Monstermaster13A blood moon rises, darkness comes,and evil grows, Nathan succumbs.His mouth yawns wide, teeth now sharp,ready to sink, into your heart.His eyes shift dark, hazel to blue,and onlookers run, idle rue.His hair goes crazy, spiking straight,Stylist's nightmare, second rate.Pale as death, fearsome as rot,and mercy has none, kindness not.His shirt rips free, jeans explode,Cloaked in black, a shadow rode.Spines rip out, becoming spur,And armor growing, just like fur.The Hessian howls, consumed by lust,For blood he hungers, nobody can trust.
Shadow of a Doubting Heart (rp)One day, as you visit your friend, you notice something very wrong. Keychains are scattered around the house, broken and bent. Keychains normally attached to his Keyblade...You walk through the house, then see your friend, corrupted into Heartlessness, his keyblade morphed into its Burning Darkness form. He hasn't seen you yet...You:Run from the house, and himTry to comfort him.Attempt to destroy the heartless.