Well, I realize that posting something like this will probably get me kicked out of this fandom forever, but I just couldn't resist. Forgive me...


There was a house, a house that love called home.

The yellow paint was fresh and clean.
Sweet nothing's filled peaceful air.
Rainbows danced through yet-lived scenes.
The musical knight and his scientist fair.

There was a house, a house that love called home.

Soon, yellow walls faded to grey,
And pictures covered scars and holes,
Pictures of those happy days,
When only joy and love were goals.

There was a house, a house that love called home.

Yet, through the years, the house grew old.
And loving lips met less and less.
They still were there, to have and hold.
But how much longer, one could guess.

There was a house, a house that loved called home.

And then one night, the roof fell in.

.

"Skye!"

.
.

The door slammed.

.
.

The echo sounded through the house.

.

A house where love no longer lived.