Its a book. Read it. ;D
Happy Hallowe'en!
Hello, my name is Eosi. But you can call me, Eo or Sie, or just plain old Eosi. Or you can call me the word that 'Sie' means, in German. xP
Anywho..
I'll start with the things I hate and things that I love.
Starting with the things I hate. Well, I don't like snobby brats, who think they are all that. [This is usually found in girls.] And, I don't like mean people, who think they are all that, so the result is them being a jerk. [This is usually found in guys.] I'm not sure what else, I can put that I hate. Oh, last thing. Twilight. =wee woo, wee woo. we are now entering a red zone=
I know there are a lot of fangirl's who think that Edward Cullen, is hawt, and don't get me started on: 'You don't even know what its about'. Yes, I do know what its about. I've read the first book. And half of the second book. Really, they were bad. Its about some vampire, who thinks he's so cool, and oh no, he falls in love with Isabella Swan, because he can't read her mind. Oh, big woop. Anywho, I won't go on my whole rant. Wait! One more thing. Edward Cullen, is not a vampire. Vampire's get burned when they go into the sun, and shrivel up and die. They can die when they get stabbed by a stake. They don't like garlic. You do not kill a vampire, by shredding it into pieces and burning it. And Jacob Black, is not a were-wolf. Were-wolf's aren't usually, big fluffy puppies. ;D =rant is now closed=
Okay, to get to what I love.
Well, there's a whole bunch of things in real life, so I'm not going to list them all. On Gaia, I like tekteking, people, so if you ever need a tektek, just go to the shop I'm in or, just ask me. I love to role-play. Its really fun. Its sort of like writing a book. x3 I'm also making, a quest thread soon, so I would love it if, anyone could help me. <3
Poems are fun to read, so you can read one now.
This will be where I put, poems, according to what day it is or what holiday it is. Since its Hallow's Eve, lets put a spooky poem, by Edgar Allan Poe, here.
In the greenest of our valleys
By good angels tenanted,
Once a fair and stately palace-
Radiant palace- reared its head.
In the monarch Thought's dominion-
It stood there!
Never seraph spread a pinion
Over fabric half so fair!
Banners yellow, glorious, golden,
On its roof did float and flow,
(This- all this- was in the olden
Time long ago,)
And every gentle air that dallied,
In that sweet day,
Along the ramparts plumed and pallid,
A winged odor went away.
Wanderers in that happy valley,
Through two luminous windows, saw
Spirits moving musically,
To a lute's well-tuned law,
Round about a throne where, sitting
(Porphyrogene!)
In state his glory well-befitting,
The ruler of the realm was seen.
And all with pearl and ruby glowing
Was the fair palace door,
Through which came flowing, flowing, flowing,
And sparkling evermore,
A troop of Echoes, whose sweet duty
Was but to sing,
In voices of surpassing beauty,
The wit and wisdom of their king.
But evil things, in robes of sorrow,
Assailed the monarch's high estate.
(Ah, let us mourn!- for never morrow
Shall dawn upon him desolate!)
And round about his home the glory
That blushed and bloomed,
Is but a dim-remembered story
Of the old time entombed.
And travellers, now, within that valley,
Through the red-litten windows see
Vast forms, that move fantastically
To a discordant melody,
While, like a ghastly rapid river,
Through the pale door
A hideous throng rush out forever
And laugh- but smile no more.
Well, poems are fun. ;D
Hmm, seem's I've run out of words. ;D
Well, have a nice day, and it was lovely to meet you.
Goodbye~ c;
