Vision Of Escaflowne Fan Fiction ❯ Folken Stole My Matches ❯ Prologue

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Dilandau's Unhappy Pyro Song

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Folken Stole My Matches


Folken stole my matches

I was having so much fun

Watching every match's tiny flash

Going through the box, one by one

'You shouldn't play' Shesta said

Dallet's afraid for his hair

Miguel and Gatti simply shake their heads

Viole and Guimel just stare

But Folken, that old meanie

He took them away from me!

Naria and Eryia said snidely

'That's how it oughtta be'

But I LIKE burning matches

Fire's the only way to go

I can sit (quite happily) with lots of batches

Chanting, "Moreo.. Moreoooooo"

But Folken stole my matches

And he told me to behave

I hope his 'malef crashes

I think his head could use a shave....

I hope his arm rusts over

Maybe I'll cram it with dirt and soil

When he needs his joints loosened over

He'll find I've burned up all his oil

But maybe he wasn't wrong or mean

Yeah, I'm still mad Folken stole my matches

But what he doesn't know is things aren't as they seem-

He doesn't know about my secret stashes!