Sorry for the loooong wait, I haven’t had much time to write poems >.> and even as it is, this one was written in about 10 minutes, at 1 in the morning. (If you’re wondering, I had trouble sleeping.)

I’ve come to another conclusion: hope is cruel. I had hope yesterday when I thought my login problems were going to get fixed; only my case seems to be weird. So I still have no maple -_-

But I have hope again, and I hope (haha xD) that it isn’t fruitless this time. It seems people have been getting messages from nProtect that they are working on it. So yeah, I’m hopeful.

But anyway, the poem. I can’t explain the title myself; it was 1 in the morning when I thought of it. And anyone else who’s written anything in the dead of night knows how it is. The “secret place” in the poem doesn’t actually exist in MS, but that’s why it’s a “secret” place xD

Poem of Bliss ~~~

I am writing from my secret place
atop the Tree that Grew.
From there, one can see the vast
expanses of green and blue.

Forget the bustling towns of Vic
and big killstealing fights.
Seclusion is a way of life
in these foresty heights.

I’ve spent many a day right here
where all is so serene:
No people, monsters, anything
to ruin this great scene.

The most secluded place in Vic
I want to share with you.
If you want bliss, come with me
and scale the Tree that Grew!