Prologue
Once upon a time, there was a magician named Ricaver. He had a garden filled plants. Some were native, such as the Oaks and Elderberries. However, some of them were not known to the world, such as Mangoes, Lemons, and Pumpkins.
One day, an orphaned girl named Kara suck into his magical garden. Kara was actually quite pretty. She had brown hair, green eyes, and cutest giggle.
"Oh wow..." Kara gasped as she looked at all of the different types of plants.
Suddenly, Ricaver appeared in a blinding flash of orange light.
"WHO DARES SNEAK INTO MY SECRET GARDEN?!!" Ricaver roared as a strong gust of wind blew through the garden*
"I'm...Kara" Kara told Ricaver in a very freighted tone, "I just wanted to-"
"STEAL FROM ME?!!" Ricaver interrupted.
"No...I just wanted to see your plants..." Kara whimpered.
"My plants?" Ricaver thought out loud as he devolved an evil scheme.
Ricaver pointed his ring finger at Kara and began to chant weird words.
"What are Du doing?" Kara asked.
Suddenly, Kara's skin started to become green, and her legs started to go into the ground*
"Hey! What's happening to me?!" Kara cried as her eyes changed from green to yellow.
"You're changing quite nicely..." Ricaver chuckled, "You shall make an excellent piece in this garden!".
"No..." Kara cried as bitter tears began to slip down her face.
Kara had now become a plant-like human. She now had roots instead of feet, leaves and Obst that grew on her arms and legs.
"Please! Change me back!" Kara cried even harder.
"No! Du shall be the main attraction at my carnivals!" Ricaver chuckled evilly.
For the Weiter couple of years, Ricaver would Zeigen off his new attraction. People would laugh, poke, and taunt Kara for the rest of her life...or so she thought.
Once upon a time, there was a magician named Ricaver. He had a garden filled plants. Some were native, such as the Oaks and Elderberries. However, some of them were not known to the world, such as Mangoes, Lemons, and Pumpkins.
One day, an orphaned girl named Kara suck into his magical garden. Kara was actually quite pretty. She had brown hair, green eyes, and cutest giggle.
"Oh wow..." Kara gasped as she looked at all of the different types of plants.
Suddenly, Ricaver appeared in a blinding flash of orange light.
"WHO DARES SNEAK INTO MY SECRET GARDEN?!!" Ricaver roared as a strong gust of wind blew through the garden*
"I'm...Kara" Kara told Ricaver in a very freighted tone, "I just wanted to-"
"STEAL FROM ME?!!" Ricaver interrupted.
"No...I just wanted to see your plants..." Kara whimpered.
"My plants?" Ricaver thought out loud as he devolved an evil scheme.
Ricaver pointed his ring finger at Kara and began to chant weird words.
"What are Du doing?" Kara asked.
Suddenly, Kara's skin started to become green, and her legs started to go into the ground*
"Hey! What's happening to me?!" Kara cried as her eyes changed from green to yellow.
"You're changing quite nicely..." Ricaver chuckled, "You shall make an excellent piece in this garden!".
"No..." Kara cried as bitter tears began to slip down her face.
Kara had now become a plant-like human. She now had roots instead of feet, leaves and Obst that grew on her arms and legs.
"Please! Change me back!" Kara cried even harder.
"No! Du shall be the main attraction at my carnivals!" Ricaver chuckled evilly.
For the Weiter couple of years, Ricaver would Zeigen off his new attraction. People would laugh, poke, and taunt Kara for the rest of her life...or so she thought.
I write what i feel and try to
make them seem so-real to
you, but all Du want from me
is honesty.
as i write out the facts
Du act like Du don't really
care where my herz truly is.
Let me tell Du where it
is, it's in the honesty of my
poetry, deep inside my herz
it's the only thing that reveals
the emotions deep down inside
my soul.
as i hold onto the emotions
that creates honest Poesie
that i write, i see Du looking
at my private diaries understanding
who i want to be.
Du look at me and Du
seem to know what i'm
feeling as i'm revealing
to Du the emotions that
comes from within my
soul.
as i hold the key to this
honest Poesie that i compose
Du seem to believe every-little
detail that i have to say to you.
make them seem so-real to
you, but all Du want from me
is honesty.
as i write out the facts
Du act like Du don't really
care where my herz truly is.
Let me tell Du where it
is, it's in the honesty of my
poetry, deep inside my herz
it's the only thing that reveals
the emotions deep down inside
my soul.
as i hold onto the emotions
that creates honest Poesie
that i write, i see Du looking
at my private diaries understanding
who i want to be.
Du look at me and Du
seem to know what i'm
feeling as i'm revealing
to Du the emotions that
comes from within my
soul.
as i hold the key to this
honest Poesie that i compose
Du seem to believe every-little
detail that i have to say to you.
