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To Syd, With Thanks
by Kassa
~ * ~
What I call sky,
You call ceiling.
What I call sun and moon,
You call light and vent.
My horizon you can walk to.
The end of the corridor,
After all,
Isn’t really that far away.
I see none but you,
And the shadows that drift around you.
I saw an angel once.
I called her love.
But the shadows absorbed her.
Foolish angel,
She heeded me not and tried to save us.
But behind her she left three.
A devil, an elf, and a piece of shining hope.
And Ethan.
And you share my shadows,
And you saw my angel.
And to your breast you hold safe,
My shining piece of hope that you teach to love,
When the rest have taught her to hate.
An elf that made his own wild place,
In the darkness and small spaces.
And made his own love,
And his own mischief.
A devil that could’ve been an angel,
If not for the choice of one.
If not for the twisting of his mind.
And a boy and his half-brothers,
With gift’s that are curses,
And a love that can only grow.
She, a piece of hope and daring,
And he, a piece of salvation and trust.
Together will only end,
The pain of two.
And to you Syd, I say thank you.
For pulling them through.
For saving them,
At the expense of your soul.
~ * ~
by Kassa
~ * ~
What I call sky,
You call ceiling.
What I call sun and moon,
You call light and vent.
My horizon you can walk to.
The end of the corridor,
After all,
Isn’t really that far away.
I see none but you,
And the shadows that drift around you.
I saw an angel once.
I called her love.
But the shadows absorbed her.
Foolish angel,
She heeded me not and tried to save us.
But behind her she left three.
A devil, an elf, and a piece of shining hope.
And Ethan.
And you share my shadows,
And you saw my angel.
And to your breast you hold safe,
My shining piece of hope that you teach to love,
When the rest have taught her to hate.
An elf that made his own wild place,
In the darkness and small spaces.
And made his own love,
And his own mischief.
A devil that could’ve been an angel,
If not for the choice of one.
If not for the twisting of his mind.
And a boy and his half-brothers,
With gift’s that are curses,
And a love that can only grow.
She, a piece of hope and daring,
And he, a piece of salvation and trust.
Together will only end,
The pain of two.
And to you Syd, I say thank you.
For pulling them through.
For saving them,
At the expense of your soul.
~ * ~
