Relic-Angel

You blend my shades on your palette So you'll always know When my cracks start to show And you can bleed me dry with your teeth.

Its a funny thing about music It can either boost esteem Or bring the listener to their knees If only I had some coins to work that juicebox.

All my thoughts and emotions In one onslaught of cyclones and flames Are snuffed out the second that switch clicks I hate sitting in the dark...

Minty the pigtailed princess Always talked out of her ass One day her sister found out Mint had ordered too much sass She tried to clean her act up But it failed spectacularly (OH GOD NO!) Maya said; "This is your last straw!" And stripped Mint of her royalties The one stormy, blackened night Mint bumped heads with a boy holy He looked her deep into her eyes And instructed her chastely (here we go!) "You need to wash your mouth out No-one needs to hear you speak You better scrub yourself down Until everything is out to see" Minty then shut her bad mouth She didn't hear him or believe That what he was really saying He was gonna fight for her beauty.

Its hard to believe The amount of time that has passed Some things have changed Other things remain Like the way you motivate others Your domestic abilities may be... lacking However, your cheer and bravery Make up for the absence of poise Your kingdom holds you prisoner no more You're the one who brings the heat You're the one who makes things happen Who's eyes and words resemble burgundy wine Causing me to tremble when you say my name In that cute little tone meant for my ears While your precious hands envelope me My cheek laying rest upon your heart Its slowing beat coming down From exhilarating highs To fluffy contentment and warmth Our blissed-out minds conveying 'I love you'.

Oh no! What happened? You were running too fast and tripped on a rock...? Well, that's what happens when you don't look... Never mind... Its okay for you to cry. I know your knee hurts. Listen. What you did today was very brave. I know, I know. My words aren't helping much, are they? Well guess what... In the time you listened, I found some antiseptic spray and Band-Aids. Heh, heh.... I'm sorry for tricking you. But you're processing what I just told you. That's a good thing. You know what else is a good thing? The fact you're here safe with me. I'll always be with you. And that's what guardian angels are for, right?

Rod Bladestar looked over his beer mug at the two angelic and fighting-fit figures who he didn't expect to see in this watering hole... considering he hasn't seen them since... "He" had sealed the ancient treasure deep underground in golden sand and "She" had rectified all the puzzles and riddles that protected it. From what he had heard through stories, their almost-perilous journey to the Western Desert had become legend, considering what they had to go through to stay alive. "No... It couldn't be!" He unconsciously set his mug down, standing up to see the dynamic duo better. Yup, those were definitely her pinkish-red pigtails, like a majestic mane of blazing fire. Like a red banner with the insignia of her kingdom decorated on it in gold thread... which she once threw beer on, in protest of their "ideals", which included giving the "one finger salute" to their Madam President for walking and talking like a living ice sculpture. Her actions made Maya grow even more frosty, after