*I do not own jane and the Dragon or its characters

I still don't feel worthy, and I'm not sure if this will hold up to the others expectations but here is the poem /letter. I actually teared up finishing this, and just yeah, poor Gunther. I know in Gunthers profile on the jane and the dragon website said Gunther wrote, so I think it would be a way, an outlet to help himself.

The placement of this story chronologically is still uncertain. Written for Solitaire44, lareepqg, and Kyra4. This story game, who knows what will come next.

Anyway, I hope you will enjoy.

It was possible he could never feel again. Everything he had, everything he was, it was stolen. Before him sat the finished work, his purge; it was a step towards healing. From now on, he would carry the scars, but he would hide them.

The quill had fallen to the floor, spots of ink stained his thumb. No one's hand could come to comfort him, no one's words would rejuvenate him. The moment that dress crossed Gunther's line of vision, he left innocence behind. In the quest of knowledge he was dirtied, his mind twisted. His words, he had realized, would be hers.

This is the testament of his destruction.

You are the dawn,

The bringer of light which chases away the darkness

Birds sing at the thought of you

Men can hope thanks to your consistency

Dearest dawn, the beginning of everything assured

You will come, as always

You bring the birth of the day,

I wake every morning to long for you,

I know you, I seek your shelter, I linger on the tails of illumination.

Out of truth I had known you,

I want to trust you, but my ears cannot see you, and my heart cannot listen

I exist in the realm of a dying world

Leaves withered, buds dried, seeds eaten by the pest. You carry the key to my secret garden, I am not one else's.

In the shadows I waited, in the night I prayed for your existence

I have waited for you before time, before me, before I was thought of.

I know I can never own you, you belong to yourself, but I am yours.

Feed me, fatten me with honey phrases,

If the dawn was not you, if you are the flicker of flame, then I loath you

You are my destruction,

my weakness,

A thorn

I try to remove you, but I still bleed once my wounds dry.

I am infected by you, and while I carry on, a slow suffering awaits me.

When will this suffering end?

How do I forget you?

May your sword slice my flesh till I am nothing more

May the vulture consume my flesh so I will disappear

Beloved enemy, you scheme, you injure

Continue to scar me, as I relinquish myself to your warm embrace of kindness

Clean my wounds, sedate me, your laughter the elixir of life

Oh how I lose myself in the maze, your image, my dreams, they are my safety

You are my dream,

As natural to night and day, you find me wherever I go

We are our own barrier,

I cannot touch your light,

my moonbeams are nothing more then your borrowed kindness

You are a dream,

I swim in the stars, but I drown in your dust

Constellations will weave the ballad of the raven

Blessed darkness will eat me alive

Somehow I continue to grasp to the lifeline of your glimmer

Breathe me, know me, injure me

I might learn to endure you

Courage, if only you would share it

Fiery dream, you dance in my days and nights

I welcome you, I wait for you, I burn for you

Companion, the champion, the compliment

I fight because of you, I fight for you, I need you

However, my steps are delayed,

Terrible wretch am I, I may never deserve you

My heart will ashen.

Fiery dream, you dance in my days and nights

I welcome you, I wait for you, I am burning alive

However, my steps are delayed,

my arrows will miss the mark

And I know dreams do not come true.