<blinks> I swear to God I don't know where this came from.
Bob: I didn't do it, it's not my fault. I don't *do* poetry. <looks suspicious> Em, did you get a new muse?
Not to my knowledge, baka. <looks confused> Anyway. A poem. By me, of all people.
Tangled Song by Lys ap Adin
Child of war
Light and dark
Fell from grace
Touch the sky
Search for hope
Scent of hair
Salt of skin
Um, yeah. <shrugs> Good grief, I wrote a poem. How many years has it been?
Bob: Since before I was your muse...
You're sure that wasn't your doing?
Bob: Quite. NOT mine.
Well. C&C, please? (Be nice, onegai?)