Dedicated to dashingicecream of Tumblr.
A Smaller, More Honest Soul
Against all the odds,
Her father's tyranny,
One stands above the rest:
Weiss Schnee, the coldest heiress,
Whose sorrows conjure thee.
Born amongst the rabble,
The Faunus and the muck,
A woman fights for freedom:
Blake, who fears the creeping dark,
Whose shadows conjure thee.
Against all the odds,
Hatred born from fear,
One stands tall,
Chin raised high:
They must only see
The oak amongst the leaves.
But oak she is not;
A fragile, icy bloom.
'Twould take
A gentler hand
To guide Weiss
Through the gloom.
Who better than the one
Who came from shadows whole,
Stole her heart
And freed her mind?
A thief in the night,
A hell butterfly.
For Blake and for dear Weiss,
Their souls began to fly.
Weiss showed her love
To stand in the light.
Blake showed her love
That weakness is life,
That there will be
No victory in strength,
But perhaps a smaller,
More honest soul
Will end all worldly plight.