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A winter's day
In a deep and dark December;
I am alone,
Gazing from my window to the streets below
On a freshly fallen silent shroud of snow.
I am a rock,
I am an island....

I've built walls,
A fortress deep and mighty,
That none may penetrate.
I have no need of friendship; friendship causes pain.
It's laughter and it's loving I disdain.
I am a rock,
I am an island.....

*Another day, another hat stolen. Hook is trying manfully not to let it get to him, and instead is carefully putting away the rest of his theatre-going clothes. Such a performance! And such a tragedy that it had been sullied by another type of performance entirely in the Nexus on the way home. The laptop's music plays quietly in the background. This particular song has been on repeat for about the past hour, but he hasn't noticed, and even if he did he probably wouldn't be sure how to stop it*

Don't talk of love,
Well, I've heard the word before.
It's sleeping in my memory.
I won't disturb the slumber of feelings that have died.
If I never loved I never would have cried.
I am a rock,
I am an island.

I have my books
And my poetry to protect me;
I am shielded in my armor,
Hiding in my room, safe within my womb.
I touch no one and no one touches me.
I am a rock,
I am an island.

And a rock feels no pain;
And an island never cries...

*the lid of the sea-chest is dropped shut with a dull thump*