The OrphanSing me the lullaby you used to sing,More Like This
The ragged-soft lullaby with tattered-frayed seams.
Oh the night is too long and the wind is too black
And the notes in their graves make the graveyard-trees crack.
Lost children sea-side, their hands and eyes red,
Walk still redder miles till they last find their beds.
My skin was ice cold like the pale smiling moon
Death grew on bones carved from glaciers, and soon
I lost all my flesh to a sea and salt doom.
While I rotted my lungs, tell me, then
Where were you?
Hold sadness so mad that its teeth taste like fear
The sky is so wide and I'm all alone here
The gutted horizon with violet entrails,
Its purple-black blood on the waves and the sails,
I've hollowed this corpse, made a home in its heart
Oh, I kissed its dead walls as I tore it apart.
The stars have no tears in that cannibal sky
Though they rage and I shiver, I do not deny,
For all the wide starkness, this sickle swings true-
The stars here are cruel, but not half cruel as you
Wibby Wobbly Timey WimeyWibby Wobbly Timey Wimey (Because I Can't Do Titles Right Now)More Like This
For all of Dave's talk about how hard time travel was, he liked being in the time stream. There was a certain comfort in it, as it was safe from the monsters of SBURB, including Jack. And even though the reason he entered the time stream usually led to his deathsomething that he usually knewhe always would take a certain comfort that his trip to his desired point in time was going to be a safe one.
Thing is, he always thought that SBURB players were the only time travelers around.
He had met enough copies of himself and Aradia to assume that it was a fact. After all, this was their session, and the time stream was limited to them. Or at least, that's what he assumed.
He definitely didn't count on a big blue box coming out of nowhere and heading straight towards him. He would have moved out of the way, but he was frozen in shock because what the
He didn't even have time to complete the though