ALL INVITED Top Of a Hatter's Ryhmes

The tree stands tall, dark and evergreen
In the forest where the pasts of the fallen can be seen

The tree stands tall, dark and evergreen,
In the forest where the pasts of the fallen can be seen.
Surrounded by oasis, where you might never leave,

The tree stands tall, dark and evergreen,
In the forest where the pasts of the fallen can be seen.
Surrounded by oasis, where you might never leave,
You'll see the blood as it continues to gleen.

The tree stands tall, dark and evergreen,
In the forest where the pasts of the fallen can be seen.
Surrounded by oasis, where you might never leave,
You'll see the blood as it continues to gleen.


And up above, you'll see the shine, it's heaven's holy light.

The tree stands tall, dark and evergreen,
In the forest where the pasts of the fallen can be seen.
Surrounded by oasis, where you might never leave,
You'll see the blood as it continues to gleen.

And up above, you'll see the shine, it's heaven's holy light.
Lit by the stars, it's a less dreary night.

The tree stands tall, dark and evergreen,
In the forest where the pasts of the fallen can be seen.
Surrounded by oasis, where you might never leave,
You'll see the blood as it continues to gleen.

And up above, you'll see the shine, it's heaven's holy light.
Lit by the stars, it's a less dreary night,
So long as the ancient rivalries don't start another fight.

The tree stands tall, dark and evergreen,
In the forest where the pasts of the fallen can be seen.
Surrounded by oasis, where you might never leave,
You'll see the blood as it continues to gleen.

And up above, you'll see the shine, it's heaven's holy light.
Lit by the stars, it's a less dreary night,
So long as the ancient rivalries don't start another fight,
And blot out that pure gleam, our only hope of cleansing this blight.

One of those rare times you get a legitimately good poem from this game.

The tree stands tall, dark and evergreen,
In the forest where the pasts of the fallen can be seen.
Surrounded by oasis, where you might never leave,
You'll see the blood as it continues to gleen.

And up above, you'll see the shine, it's heaven's holy light.
Lit by the stars, it's a less dreary night,
So long as the ancient rivalries don't start another fight,
And blot out that pure gleam, our only hope of cleansing this blight.

POEM FINISHED! NEW ONE!!!! (Gonna stop with the special colouring of nouns tho lol)

Melody from cutlery, spoon against a glass.

Melody from cutlery, spoon against a glass.
They all wait for the pure tone to pass.

Melody from cutlery, spoon against a glass.
They all wait for the pure tone to pass.

A moment of silence, a moment of peace.