Poetry, I suppose.

[daemonikk]

My brother, my child, my creation, my companion. My innocent killer, in time, more than likely. One cannot blame he who is so utterly without ill intent. Truly, he is far too good, more guileless and gentle and uncorrupted and new than I ever was. Than I ever could have been...

Come, bright little shadow. It's far too late; let us take to softer

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[jackjackrabit]

Hope you're alright