Disclaimer: No, sorry, I only own a copy of the books.
A/N: Merry Christmas, Hols. Figured since this is the only fandom of yours I know, it'll have to do. Hope you like it.
A/N2: This is about the bond between Kestrel and Bowman spanning over the three books. Hope it's okay, I should really re-read them at some point. Before I wrote a poem about them might have been a good idea, too late now though.
Two People
Two people held together
In soul, spirit, mind
A brother and his sister
An immeasurable bind
Two people held together
By experience, loss, gain
Both so very different
But still both the same
Two people held together
By destiny, family, fate
Shared their lives with each other
Shared their love and hate
Two people held together
By adventure, purpose, need,
So close that by cutting one
You make the other bleed
Two people being torn apart
Together they finally fly
Holding on by slipping fingers
As they try to say goodbye
Two people far away
One carries the other within
For all that lives of her
Is the part that lies in him.
Up to scratch?