Mary Oliver, From A Poem Titled "The Crows," Featured In New & Selected Poems Of Mary Oliver

Mary Oliver, from a poem titled "The Crows," featured in New & Selected Poems of Mary Oliver

Spirit was a good horse. They made you happy. Building the community house with your friends made you happy too, right?

Domino holds up Althea so she can sound out the ask. After she struugles through it she cranes her neck to look at him. "YOu had a horsie!?" He smiles and nods. "Can I see? Horsies are so pretty and they run really fast and eat apples and and and" she pauses to catch her breath.

Domino shakes his head setting her bad down on the ground. "That was a long time ago kiddo. We don’t have spirit anymore."

"AWWWWW" Althea frowns and crosses her arms. "I wanna meet a horsie."

There once was a prince, young and free. He was known across the land for his wit and prowess in battle. Even gods respected the prince’s rule! For this prince guarded the key to eternal life. For decades his kingdom was prospered, his people knowing no hardships. Until a war broke out. Invaders, greedy and wicked wanted to take the kingdom and steal the key to immortality. Prince fought long and hard but the war took a deep toll on his mind. He began to slip in his sanity, pushing away advisors and generals out of fear of spies in their midst. His paranoia ran so deep that he hurt a lot of innocent people, including those he loved most. With the prince in a weakened state, the kingdom was soon overrun and a wicked baron took the throne. He imprisoned the prince and enlisted the help of a black smith to forge chains so strong he could never escape. The baron would mock the prince, would harm him for his own amusement while the blacksmith, now warden, watched in fascination. They still couldn’t unlock immortality and the blacksmith believed the prince a threat. He began to work on new chains— a crown that would allow the blacksmith to control the poor prince as a puppet. Now the prince is a mere cloth puppet, his body dulled at the blacksmith’s request. This blacksmith married the prince and forced him to never do the things he loved a poor prince in a gilded cage

Althea starts BAWLING. She runs over and buries her face in Dominos thigh. "I. Did-didnt- like like that, storyyyyyy" she squeals. Domino picks her up rocking her back and forth.

Role swap: Sam has the chip now! Pet owns Quackity now!

Timeline shift down: Move back to when Domino was in prison with Sam.

Timeline shift up: Go forward to when all the Dreams have escaped.

None of the event will be canon and effect the overall storyline of this blog ^.^

I was just joking! FUCK!

Sam opens the door, Ardent runs over and hugs him. Sam walks over to the computer and reads the ask. "Hmmm. Seems like some people forgot their words can hurt."

"Domino." The man walks over stopping at attention in front of him. "You and Althea handle these people, Ardent and I are going to have some alone time."

Being Dream doesn’t make you inherently evil. That’s not how that works. Running from who you were isn’t healthy

Pet lays still savoring this moment of peaceful closeness with his owner. Eventually, the snoring tapers off and Quackity opens his eyes, he stretches hand contacting with Pet. He sits up, bewildered. "Oh shit. I forgot to put my Toy away." He pinches Pet's cheek "You don't mind do you? What am I saying, of course you don't. You haven’t had a single thought in that fucking head of yours in months." His hand trails down his cheek to his neck. Gently his lifts his chin with his thumb. Pet leans his cheek into the touch. "You're so greedy." He lifts his other hand, wrapping both of them around his neck and squeezing until his toy powers down.