MILO
i have seen what the darkness does
say goodbye to who i was
say goodbye to who i was
Melita’s laughter peels through the swamp and Milo’s deeper snickers accompany it as the frogs croak their displeasure, squealing and screeching and generally upset with how the day has turned out so far. At least they’ll let them go, though, and he casts a quick glance over to Melita who stands there, ready to let her frog go at the same time he does. He gives the cue, letting his frog hop to the lily pad, before he’s bumbling after it – drenching himself in muck and dirt and swamp water without a care in the world.
He doesn’t look much different from an absolute idiot as he flails through the drifting bits of wood and avoids the bigger boulders, turning to look near the edge of the swamp that his frog begins to head toward. Perhaps there’s a cave alongside here and they’re taking them to the witch! Or, perhaps, the land just gives the frog more availability to run faster and more quickly away from them.
“I got nothin’!” He calls back to Melita, continuing the chase. “How ‘bout you?”
He doesn’t look much different from an absolute idiot as he flails through the drifting bits of wood and avoids the bigger boulders, turning to look near the edge of the swamp that his frog begins to head toward. Perhaps there’s a cave alongside here and they’re taking them to the witch! Or, perhaps, the land just gives the frog more availability to run faster and more quickly away from them.
“I got nothin’!” He calls back to Melita, continuing the chase. “How ‘bout you?”
i ain't ever been away so long
don't look back, those days are gone
don't look back, those days are gone
