So, if you haven't read my other story "In Loving Memory," I suggest doing so, otherwise this won't make as much sense. This is the poem, "The Shining Sun," mentioned in said story. Enjoy and thanks for being such great readers, reviewers, and authors. I personally love all your stories, and it means the world to me that you read, favorite, and review on my stories. Thanks, again! – LR

The Shining Sun

Bright light in the dark void,

a savior in this terrible world,

the Sun in my day, the stars of my night.

Makes my life worth living,

makes the pain and sorrow fade away,

makes me happy to say, "I love you," and actually mean it.

Love confused me until I met you,

Before you shined your magical light on another, of many, areas darkened by my lack of experience.

We were total opposites: light and dark,

but somehow we work,

we balance each other into better versions of ourselves.

Heart breaking; the only deafening sound I can hear. Your world is not so light,

but rather darker than I could have ever imagined.

Pain: it saddens me to think I was so oblivious to your feelings;

so dark, deep, and toxic.

Love was supposed to be powerful, but not in our world,

not when you were destined to be sick and I to lead everyone away;

to abandon you in the long run; to make you feel unwanted and unloved.

Newt, you are my sun, but you never knew this. I told you I loved you on several occasions before, but my love wasn't strong enough to save and rescue you from the shucking Crank Palace. I hate life, hate everything without my shining sun guiding me through Hell and into light.

I'm so shucking sorry I'm such a shuck-face and couldn't save you at your darkest rock bottom, at your most desperate time in your short life remembered. I'm weak, but you are as strong and eternal as the Sun, and thanks for always being there for me to lean on, always watch, and look up to. I love you, you little shank.

-Minho (aka the shuckiest shuck-face there ever was)