Lucien --> Alden --> Bug: on Sam
Memories of whiskers, dark as night,
Haunt like ghosts on the edge of light.
Sam, my comrade, wild and free,
Your loss stings fierce, a wound in me.
Yet stars can’t own you-none ever will,
In dreams, your rebel purrs run still.
Haunt like ghosts on the edge of light.
Sam, my comrade, wild and free,
Your loss stings fierce, a wound in me.
Yet stars can’t own you-none ever will,
In dreams, your rebel purrs run still.