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