Here's a Pokemon/Clefairy themed poem! Sorry it has such a cheesy ending! Happy birthday, Ovens!
A Palette of Expectation
The saffron sun hangs high above, cutting through pewter clouds and dominating the cerulean sea it sits in. Beads of sweat roll down my neck as each step I take echoes a crunch through the viridian field before me. This long day's trek is about to peak. Without warning, a ball of vermillion flame hurtles towards me, leaving a charred trail through the once-tall grass. A rush of blood to the head has me seeing spots of fuschia and lavender, but this is what I was waiting for. My eyes settle to a cool celadon, my hand reaches for cinnabar and white, and my mouth calls out words I know so well: Clefairy, I choose you!
Odwwart (abbreviated for you hip internet kids and your fancy lingo) is a collection of artist and illustrators who are miserable beings who wish they could turn into slugs but due to limited telepathic abilities are forced to retain their human forms.
Each week one of us chooses a theme and then we find our best way to draw and sketch it out with our own unique styles and perspectives on life. Occasionally one of us will also post art or other projects we are working on to liven up the place.
Odwwart is also fun to say out loud when abbreviated. Go ahead, give it a try!
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Here's a Pokemon/Clefairy themed poem! Sorry it has such a cheesy ending! Happy birthday, Ovens!
A Palette of Expectation
The saffron sun hangs high above,
cutting through pewter clouds and
dominating the cerulean sea it sits in.
Beads of sweat roll down my neck
as each step I take echoes a crunch
through the viridian field before me.
This long day's trek is about to peak.
Without warning, a ball of vermillion flame
hurtles towards me, leaving a charred trail
through the once-tall grass.
A rush of blood to the head has me seeing
spots of fuschia and lavender,
but this is what I was waiting for.
My eyes settle to a cool celadon,
my hand reaches for cinnabar and white,
and my mouth calls out words I know so well:
Clefairy, I choose you!
Yes all my birthday parties are mistaken for funerals. When will it end?!
Thank you so much guys. I'm happy you thought of me :3
Maybe when you turn 50 they will skip the over the hill funeral get up and you'll get to have a normal birthday. Just 31 more years to go!
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