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RetributionI hear the cry in the wildernessRetribution by FrenchCherries
But I ignore the pain
I feel the cold chill of the darkness
I pretend I am sane
I've gazed into the mirror shattered
The villian of my youth
Evidence of life's stress tattered
Veiled in human truth
What once i was I cannot be
The moment is far passed
My wretched plight too blind to see
Penance has come at last
AloneAloneAlone by FrenchCherries
In a sea of faces
The crowd embraces
A trick of the mind
Desiring to find
But there is none
And nowhere to run
From the pain
Do I die inside
And still try to hide
Winds of TimeWinds of TimeWinds of Time by FrenchCherries
Winds of time
That hide the day
Until the winds
Carry me away.
Shadows of LoveShadows of LoveShadows of Love by FrenchCherries
I seek for you; in the darkness you hide.
I yearn for you, someday to find.
Always elusive, beyond my grasp;
Hiding behind a sordid mask.
Whispering, taunting, in my ear,
You fill my heart with utter drear.
Endlessly searching, I continue to rove,
Finding only the shadows of love.
Vengeful Lemons - A collab.Vengeful Lemons - A collab. by fyoot
Citronella was a fair young maid
And Citrus was her beau.
'Til late one night, an' she abed,
Poor Citrus he did go
A-questing for the pilchard-tree
So deadly was his foe!
The maiden sighed when she awoke;
She knew- ere word was said
Where her dear youthful knight had gone,
Then fill'd her heart with dread.
For pilchardfish are strong and cruel-
Her love might soon be dead!
Young Citrus he went questing on,
But though the youth was brave;
Dark fear was always at his back,
And in his head- the Grave.
Until he stopp'd and rested him
Inside a darkling cave.
But in the cave there was a stream
And by the stream a tree
That hight the rainbow pilchardthing
There swam great fishes, three.
Poor Citrus, he slept hapless on
An' those fish did not see.
The fish- ycladd in slimy gore
From their cold deathpool crept
And happ'd upon brave Citrus there,
And kill'd him, while he slept.
Then dragged him back to the chill stream
For there their meal they kept.
Fair Citronella then awoke
As though in wakin