1. Name: Kimber
2. Where are you from?: Westport, Washington
3. What is your favorite musical?: GAH! ummm...right now I'm obsessed with Phantom of the Opera
4. Favorite song?(Doesn't have to be from a musical): oh wow...right now it's the 5th song on the POTO soundtrack...lol
5. Hobbies: Reading, writing, singing, instruments, musicals, theater...etc.
6. Favorite Book: Book series, and its the Sword of Truth series
7. A piece of your talent maybe?(poetry, singing, art, etc.): Like, post sommat? umm...I'll post it later, under a cut...
8. Where did you hear about this community? (If you got it from an ad. who posted it?): I was searching for POTO icons
9. Anything Else?: PLEASE!!! I'm desperately looking for a POTO icon from the new movie with Kristine and The Phantom
Pulsing stone of red orange and white,
Luminates even the darkest of night.
Yet even the mightiest of the mighty lords
Could not save it from the barbarian hoards.
Try and try and try as they might,
The barbarians still stole it in spite
To grant them their wishes,
Of which they made three,
One of which was to get down on one knee
And rip up the castle, made of brick and stone,
Without the hassle of breaking a bone.
But the lords fought and fought at court,
The ladies staying out of the sport.
The barbarians they fought and they killed and they slew,
But the lords were stronger than anyone knew.
The barbarians screamed and they cried and they moaned,
For punishment of such treachery was to be stoned.
The stoning was to be held at the town’s great hall,
The townspeople were to bring the barbarians their fall.
But one man stood out of them all,
And came against the human wall.
“You all are unjust,” this man declared.
“So these men’s lives must be spared.
“They’ve been outcasts since the day they were born.
They’ve been the objects of everyone’s scorn.”
The people came down to their fallen senses,
And began to tear down the fences
That had been built to keep the barbarians at bay,
So he or she would not be fey.
Then they doused their crackling torches,
And began to confer on each other’s porches.
The barbarians stood there tied to a post,
Fearing the fear they created, the most.
“Oh Crom,” they cried,
” Come help us, please, and we will send them to their knees.
They prayed to a god to whom they’d never prayed before, “Help free us now, and we’ll settle the score.
“They’ll pay with their blood, and they’ll pay with their lives.
“They’ll pay with their children and their wives.
“We’ll make them pay for they were wrong.
“We’ll make them slaves for we are strong”
The battle rages, it’s still going on,
For none are right, and all are wrong.
The stone lives on within our hearts,
As we live our lives and play our parts.
hope ya liked it! :D