kurotenshi333

Come little children, Ill take thee away. Into a land of enchantment, Come little children, the times come to play. Here in my garden, of magic. Come little children, the times drawing near. Halloween night is waning. Come little children, ride with me tonight. Its not a night for abstaining. Come little children, now follow me home. Not a one of you need worry. Come little children, the times come to roam. Come follow me now, please hurry. Come little children, theres magic to see. Here in my garden of mystery. Come little children, into my abode. Tomorrow you all will be history. This poem/song is not mine. I just find it be

     They were floating above air, above all the problems, above the heads of smaller children trying to jump up and pop them. The warm breeze helped them dance upwards to the hot sun that burnt the children’s cheeks. Their surfaces swirled all sorts of colors, going from a light pinky red, swirling and morphing to blue and green yellow and purple, ever changing every molecule in motion, forever morphing whilst staying exactly the same. All the colors at once, without any of them mixing, they were together like a painting but never once made the ugly brown color. No, they could never be ugly, the perfect see-through yet colorful spheres