Disclaimer: I don't own Thom (Alanna's twin brother Thom) or any of Tammy's characters. This is a poem, and I dedicate it to everyone who thought of him as a bastard. I figured it'd be interesting if I threw in a lover for him. The orginal was in two pieces and coupleted (sorta) this is how it is ment to be.
He was tall.
With red hair.
And violet eyes.
He was a genius.
And he knew it.
Others hated him.
His style.
His way.
I loved him.
He loved me.
He wasn't social.
Unless you could teach him.
Only if.
You were of worth.
Would you.
Be noticed.
I taught him.
He taught me.
I had a opportunity.
To go south.
To Carthak.
To learn.
He told me.
Go.
I left.
I worried.
He was too smart.
For his own good.
I stayed there.
A year passed.
He wrote.
Often.
He told me.
He would become.
The greatest.
I asked.
How?
He stopped writing.
I worried.
His last letter.
Sent.
The Day before All Hallows.
Told of his.
Experiment.
