Thou reach out and pull, Thou knock at my door
Thou bring me to life, from legends and lore


A savior of life from past days of yore
The Hagoday, I am, of conflict and war

The poem at the opening page, the Hagoday animation sitting in the middle. Kat is taking the tutorials. Currently getting music.

A poem

You see me as adversary to your simple little game.
Here comes the damned pied piper playing on his soundless flute,
down the cursed rabbit hole to escape the grinless Cheshire eyes.
Can you see Queen Mab’s wonders, with blind black cats
and dead white hounds?

Down and round the lion goes, your mane is shedding off.
Falling through the darkness til the dark becomes the light
The sunflower may be strong, but the rose has thorns,
pretty little roses wrapped around the leaders chair.
Can you see Queen Mab’s wonders? Can you see the blackened taxi?

Like the fox and the hounds I am your completion
Out Mistoffelees pulls a snake from his hat,
the magician’s deck makes seventeen jacks

Inspired by a song. I need to finish it.