MagiStream

The day everything turned black and white
All the colours became few
The rider pressed on as
Chestnut and pink jumped in two
But the grey encroached
And as the background grew duller
For a horse named Palette
The world was in colour

Crying and growling,
Here comes the beast.
Snarling and howling,
It's come to feast.

The little green Birdie
small but still very tall
sat in the little white box
waiting for somebody to click

Dark eyes, but blue sky
lying in their hair
I do not know them
But their expression
Is one
of silent strength.

Girl with a round head
Ginger hair with a ribbon
Her name: Ribbonchan.

Crumbling walls of old
Veiled by a curtain
Made of what,
No one is certain

I am feathered
I am fair
I am a chicken
But who cares

(Poor chicken. No one cares.
I honestly couldn't think of anything else.)

Silently, I bork
Strength from within, I show
Even in the dark of night, I am there
Waiting for the perfect time, I watch

(I am royally terrible at poems, I am so so sorry)

Dancing on the clouds
Moonlight shining down
On never ending fun

Dancing on the clouds
Moonlight shining down
On never ending fun