Written only a few hours after Obsessed. I is on a roll today. Can you believe that this was inspired by just one scene from the entire show? The scene where Archie and Marco hugged, I thought that was insanely adorable. I could tell they really loved each other as friends. Just that one moment inspired this entire poem ^_^
The Man & Cricket
When or how, no one could recall,
By their bond they were tied,
They grew together in body and mind,
Forever lost in their friendship,
With all mistakes forgotten and forgiven.
He a man and he a cricket,
Nothing mattered for them,
Except the child they desired,
No woman could grant their wish,
So stars they sought instead.
Their cries overheard,
The Blue Fairy took pity,
An enchanted tree she'd promised,
"From the wood a child be born,"
She whispered to them in the night.
Hard at work the man built,
While the cricket whistled lullabies,
Anxious to meet their little babe,
Never thinking once of the consequence,
As naïve as they were.
Their son completed with a lick of paint,
Was nothing more than a wooden boy,
No regrets were made in this journey,
To be parents in this magic land,
The Blue Fairy was to be called again.
"How grateful we are for your help,"
They both said to her,
"What a fine boy he is,
But no one can parent wood,
It's a real boy that we desire."
The good Blue Fairy considered,
How she adored these two,
Her attachment blinded her,
Making her cast a spell in haste,
The curse was upon them now.
Now a man that wooden boy was,
Broken from reality,
Lost in the deceit he'd created,
All ties untethered,
Just to help Emma.
Hearts ached for their little boy,
Where he'd run to they needed to know,
But soon they were brought to Storybrooke,
To stay in an endless limbo,
They had no one except each other.
Now a man of wood,
Back to the tree he'd come,
He might as well be dead,
Leaving Emma distraught,
But his two fathers hopeful.
Their memories back with them,
The man and cricket met,
Passionate kisses of the past,
They had to wait,
They'd remembered their son.
His name danced around town,
Like a romantic ballad sung with sadness,
And mistakes had to be forgiven,
No matter what it took,
Pinocchio will live again.
His ears unable to hear,
The wooden man did lay,
In the bed of his lies,
His fate already with him,
No Pinocchio was he.
The Pinocchio his fathers knew,
A kind and gentle boy,
Sure to be respected by all,
A fine gentleman he would make,
Just like the man and cricket.
Where he went, no one could recall,
He hated himself for it,
Wondering what went wrong,
In the fairytale he'd destroyed,
Of the man and cricket.