The threads of circumstance that leads to tomorrow are so tenuous that all the fussing and worrying about decisions is futile compared to the pure randomness of existence.I say... EMBRACE THE RANDOMNESS.Here I present thee a collection of the rambling oozing out of my mind. Its a set of ballads, thoughts, tavern folk song and humorous poems all written in different rhyming schemes. These are random poems I wrote randomly. Hope you guyz enjoy the randomness (Hehe XD)…
"The lady is consumed with love. What shall the mage do?" Weiss gave a muffled neigh. "What a mother should. Seems like she forgot what true love is. Her belief that he loves her for her, and naught for her hair is the problem. Belief is a weed. It grows wild and deep. If you want to destroy it for good, you have to uproot it." Gothel gave a last glance at the firecamp, and then addressed Weiss directly. "You ought to be with Rapunzel no matter what. Make sure she is safe, and if he harms her, kill him then and there." "Weiss shall do what the mage says"."Good!" she patted the white haired and then left, carefully planning her next step.…