Touch and Grace - Dance
Holey man! A Carth/Revan POEM.
Note: To me. .-.
Disclaimer: -falls over-
Touch and Grace - Dance
Let my riddle soothe you
Cradle
Cradle
Like a child
Let my heart be the rhythm
May you
My child
Dance.
Can the thrum of blood
Soothe the savage beast
Or must it flow for you
My child
So that you may dance?
A dress of scarlet drawn for you
Or white for innocence
Yet taken
Let my riddle soothe you
Child
May my child dance.
A host and a puppet
The master and the wooden
Thing on strings
I will dance for you
Will you dance?
I've never seen a doll work
Independently
So fresh from the womb
That tasteful womb of safety
Deceit
How comforting.
Do not listen, my child
Let the rhythm soothe you
And if blood must be spilt
Let it be so that my child
My beautiful
Beastly child
May dance.
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Notes: Don't ask me. I don't know. Child Revan (or does it? Who the hell knows?)