Disclaimer: I don't own these characters.

Well, this is the end of my dear little fanfiction. I will make another A Great and Terrible Beauty/Rebel Angels story someday. Do not fear! But first, I command myself to go forth and finish some of my other stories that have no ending. Or middle. So farewell, dear reviewers! I hope we shall meet again!

I am sorry for that. I am watching The Return of the King.

I quite like this poem! Yes, it is a poem, but please read it! I especially like Felicity's part. I am sure you can tell who is doing which part, but if you are confused, let me know.


All I am worth

Is a single

Song

That flies out hard and fast

Unseen but heard

And I'll never sing

It the same

Way again

All I am worth

Is help

Though they

Betrayed me

Left me to drown

In that unforgiving river

And they hurt me

Left me for nothing

But I'll have my

Revenge

All I am worth

Is a way into the unknown

Worlds that are falling into danger from someone bent on revenge

They depend on me

Beg, whimper, plead

While clutching harder and harder

So they can get what

They want

But

I don't know

What to do about it

All I am worth

Is a way

For my father

To have his pleasure

Feel his fingers trace across the broad expanse

Of my snow white freezing skin

I will be robbed soon

Of even that

But I don't want the new victim

To be one

All the things I've wanted

I've been denied

Because it belongs

To another

But I wonder

What would have happened

If I had the power?

All I am worth

Is something I

Do not know

But I wish that I could be something to her

If I were different

If I were proper

If I were English

I would not conceal my passion in a

Dark corner that hides

My secret

But I take it out and marvel at it

At her

I don't what I am worth

Except a toy for fate and destiny

But I will follow them

Wherever they take me

Because you can't change that

All I am worth

Is something decided

By others

Not ourselves

Though our fate

May be our doom

And our worth

May be for evil

Though we may be lost

And alone and forgotten

Afraid and powerful

Beautiful and guilty

Helpful and passionate

We might know

What we are worth

By the end

Of our time