To My Dearest Weighted Companion Cube
She gave me to you on test seventeen.
One task, She said, to take good care of you.
Next thing I knew, we had tasks unforeseen
that shattered my hopes of keeping us two
together. On the way I found a room,
it was strewn with photos and nasty plans
to send you to your most ultimate doom.
I would never do that; not with my hands!
The time arrived for me to cry and plead
for mercy and absolution from Her.
She would not cave and with regretful speed
I euthanized you into a fine myrrh.
I will drop down with you inside the tube,
my dearest one, Weighted Companion Cube.