Press the green flag, and look down, noirds. :D (I originally made this as a song...but eh, it's fine. The opportunity came up, and I'ma grasp it any way I can!!) ~~Music~~ "Ghosts With Heartbeats" by Plastic Patina Thanks so much to @The_R3D_Herring for putting this song into MP3 format: https://scratch.mit.edu/projects/459729467/
~Jar of Fire~ She lives in fear of the outside drifts, Comin' a-tumblin' down. He works all the day to earn his keep, Though nary a soul knows how. Some say he lies; have even tried To hang him; leave him to freeze. Still others, though (rest their souls) Have tried to ease his wings. For he is a starvin', ka-nivin' man, Eternally set to tire Over his flames, his lifelong destination To seal his jar of fire. He comes home in the early morn, His figure a ghostly white, The snow-curse set on Lilytown Left no blade of grass Out of sight! She asks him, "Bach, where's your brains, man? You'll catch your death this late!" He gives her a numbly warm grin, Soon will be the judgement date... For he is a starvin', ka-nivin' man, Eternally set to tire Over his flames, his lifelong destination To seal his jar of fire. His footsteps are crystal-clear To the village passerby. The highlands stretch out far and wide, A sight for sore eyes. One twist of a cap, one strike of a match And Lilytown will be free. She and the village can only watch, Was it ever meant to be...? Oh, he was a starvin, ka-nivin' man, No longer will he tire Over his flames, his lifelong destination... He sealed his jar of fire.
