holy mosses

  • lance: CATCH! *throws cup of coffee at keith*
  • [coffee splashes all over keith's jacket, staining it]
  • keith: *glares*
  • lance: got you! that one's empty! this is the real one!! i've been planning that for ages, you should have seen the look on your face!!
  • keith: *still glaring*
  • lance: *realises the coffee stain on keith's jacket*
  • lance: *runs into wall*

black night, light moss

holy all and none loved

so the world is turning utterly dark

the knight outpacing the sunset

to catch his last bonemeal

before the great hanging snaps him

traitor, to the gloaming ghost

a haunt made for those who can’t keep secrets