Lucas Rhydian
Wandering Volcanologist
Staff member
Herald
Inner Sanctum Nobility
♔ Champion ♔
Green like flecks of viridian forest
Crumpled and torn under the heft
Of early morning sunlight
Off golden laid ringlets
Fallen to the ground
Waiting
Enter a leprechaun
Spiriting and tricking his way around
The prairie towards the wriggly rainbow
South of the dry hill
Tumbling north towards the river
But when they find their way to the coins
Trouble
No longer safe
They're no longer lucky
The leprechauns have cursed them
So that they sing with seductive
Serenity like a siren
In the great pond
DON'T PICK UP THE COINS
They're not good anymore
For you they'll kill you
I tell you, or make you hungry
Hungry for things you can't have
Either way you will die,
So don't pick up the coins.
Crumpled and torn under the heft
Of early morning sunlight
Off golden laid ringlets
Fallen to the ground
Waiting
Enter a leprechaun
Spiriting and tricking his way around
The prairie towards the wriggly rainbow
South of the dry hill
Tumbling north towards the river
But when they find their way to the coins
Trouble
No longer safe
They're no longer lucky
The leprechauns have cursed them
So that they sing with seductive
Serenity like a siren
In the great pond
DON'T PICK UP THE COINS
They're not good anymore
For you they'll kill you
I tell you, or make you hungry
Hungry for things you can't have
Either way you will die,
So don't pick up the coins.