I sing of Ithillian,

Mistress of Games,

Impossible to tame.

Upon her horns,

Her halo borne.

 

I sing of Ithillian,

A clever Brit,

So full of wit.

For her the throne awaits,

Just go ask the Fates.

 

I sing of Ithillian,

She didn't threaten me,

Nor scream like a Banshee.

On my eye is no bruise,

With all the black and blues.

 

 

 

 

 

Bow down to Ithi like the vermin you all are.

I bow to no man! *see's Ithi is a chick and has boobs...* well maybe just this once <_<

Bahahahaha

 

TMD ... you are the epitome of Shadow, I thank you.

 

 

Thank you Eddie, you were singing? lmao

 

 

... now, what do you want? Because you are never nice to me without having an alterior motive...

 

:suspicious:

I'm sure they just want to bask in your glorious presence. Oh, and cookies. But everyone always wants cookies.

>.>

It wasn't the frog singing.

 

 

Whhhaaaaa? Ithi, why would I have ulterior motives? Downright rude. *hides his notepad*

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