Today I wrote a poem.
You might not like it as a poem,
But at least poem rhymes with poem,
And it works well for a poem.
Time is all I've gotten.
Though I have not yet forgotten,
How to make poems begotten
And with luck they won't be rotten.
Rhyme is the key -- remember,
One cannot write without an ember
In one's mind that makes November
Christmasy, like 'twas December.
Every good things have to end.
I do not want to make you blend
Thoughts and writings into an
Rhymeless piece of shite.
The end.
Lil' Jesus is coming to the town.
And he have brought some gifts for us!
But there was a wee bit
O' misunderstanding,
Because he bought the "Gift" in Germany..
Welcome there, child,
Don't be scared of me!
I'm naught, but a wild
Demon, a hero of fate!
Take my hand now,
And follow me please!
I'm gonna show you
What's worth to be seen!
I know, I know, I promised I'll write sooner, but stuff happened.
Talking about ongoing projects and new track announcement.