<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

Laughing killer
Silent soldier
Child of war
Chasing death

Smiling masks
Perfect acts
Hidden hearts
Secret guilts

Mortal god
Angel's face
Light and dark
Fell from grace
Empty soul
Taking flight
Waking dream
Touch the sky

Inner fires
Nameless needs
Spirit longs
Soul screams
Brief instant
Time suspends
Moment burns
Truth bends

Tangled song
Search for hope
Scent of hair
Salt of skin
Hungry mouth
Grasping hands
Reaching out
Comfort found.

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?)