This poem is dedicated to my favorite Brittana book ever. It's called The Knife Thrower's Daughter and it is written by themostrandomfandom. I totally recommend the book if you want to read a fantastic Brittana fanfiction. The book is really amazing, read it! This poem is in Santana's POV.

I joined a circus during the summer of 1898

From Spain to Nebraska I had to immigrate

There, I met a blonde who is just so great

Her eyes were so blue that I couldn't think straight

The blue-eyed beauty was called the knife thrower's daughter

Her father would throw knives at her and she would avoid it like an armor

Everytime she would perform, I would admire her

I have never known anyone who was as brave as her

In that circus, my cartomancy skills were discovered and used

With a skill like this, who wouldn't be amused?

What they didn't know is why I wouldn't want it to be overused

I didn't want them to ask because I am also confused

Someone told me once that I am a bad omen

To my father and grandmother, I am a burden

If you ask where they are, my answer is "I killed them"

But don't judge because it was all so sudden

Someone as pessimistic like me shouldn't deserve someone like the blue-eyed beauty

Even with this curse, she taught me how to love while I am angry

Told her that I am an evil omen but she didn't believe me

If I am going to be honest, it felt so good not being thought badly

The day she told me she loved me was the best day of my life

Finally, in my heart, I didn't feel any knife

Before her, I was considering to end my life

But after her, there's no such thing as lowlife

When her father found out about us, she asked me to run away with her

Just the both of us in an unknown place seems so much better

So I packed my things then suddenly everything became a blur

I saw the cartomancy cards fall from the table it was once were

I picked them up and got tempted to read my future

Those unanswered questions, I want to have an answer

There are a lot of things I want to conquer

And I can't do that if I can't be bolder

I lay the cards down slowly, trying not to think too hard

But at the end, there it was, the death card

After everything, don't I at least deserve a reward?

But who am I kidding? At the end we'll all be in a graveyard

But wait the story is not yet done

And no, we didn't get to run

But I realized that I still won

Because at least I had fun

Our love wasn't just a fling

No, it was a real thing

I felt our hearts bearing

And before dying, she told me "You saved me, darling."