Author: Little Ventrue
Disclamers: None (,in a way).
Distribution: Just ask!
Irish-boy
Lovers are kissing - and Leprechauns are missing.
It is Ireland - the nineth of 1745.
A man's thrown from a bar - a friend nearly as far.
A lady in a gown - looking them down.
The man is charmed - his friens is gone.
Behind the corner they go - but there the man want to go.
The lady revieled her face - the man may rest.
The lady has her feast - the man will dream of green silver.
The next dusk'll be fatal - in more ways than able.
The future of the man - will be bloody and bad.
But one , he shall fall for, the wrong one. - a girl with a stong background.
Future holds love and death - let man hide in his nest.
A moment as short as this - was the mans downfall kiss.
All he wanted - was to be mortal.
But when he got it - he didn't want it.
Weak he is without his blood - but mortallove is his hut.
Disclamers: None (,in a way).
Distribution: Just ask!
Irish-boy
Lovers are kissing - and Leprechauns are missing.
It is Ireland - the nineth of 1745.
A man's thrown from a bar - a friend nearly as far.
A lady in a gown - looking them down.
The man is charmed - his friens is gone.
Behind the corner they go - but there the man want to go.
The lady revieled her face - the man may rest.
The lady has her feast - the man will dream of green silver.
The next dusk'll be fatal - in more ways than able.
The future of the man - will be bloody and bad.
But one , he shall fall for, the wrong one. - a girl with a stong background.
Future holds love and death - let man hide in his nest.
A moment as short as this - was the mans downfall kiss.
All he wanted - was to be mortal.
But when he got it - he didn't want it.
Weak he is without his blood - but mortallove is his hut.