This chapter is dedicated to my GS hero, Azusa-sama. You'll see why...

Azusa-sama(GS) and Zen-sama(SO3),I admire you both!


"'Seldom we find,' says Solomon Don Dunce.
'Half an idea in the profoundest sonnet.
Through all the flimsy things we see at once
As easily as through a Naples bonnet-
Trash of all trash!–how can a lady don it?
Yet heavier far than your Petrarchan stuff-
Owl-downy nonsense that the faintest puff
Twirls into trunk-paper the while you con it.'
And, veritably, Sol is right enough.
The general tuckermanities are arrant
Bubbles–ephemeral and so transparent-
But this is, now–you may depend upon it-
Stable, opaque, immortal–all by dint
Of the dear names that he concealed within 't.
THE END
. An Enigma, by Edgar Allen Poe." Piers gave a little bow before takeing his seat again. All the other kids stared at the boy.

"Uhhh... ok... very nice Picard. Felix, would you like to share your favorite poem now?"

"No..." Came the small voice of the boy.

"Now, Felix, do you have your poem?"

"Yes..."

"Then please come and share it." Kraden demanded.

Felix, head hung low, trudged up to the front of the class with a piece of parchment in his clentched little fist.

"The friendly cow, all red and white,
I love with all my heart:
She gives me cream with all her might,
To eat with apple tart.
She wanders lowing here and there,
And yet she cannot stray,
All in the pleasant open air,
The pleasant light of day;
And blown by all the winds that pass
And wet with all the showers,
She walks among the meadow grass
And eats the meadow flowers
. The Cow, by Rober Louis Stevenson." He finished sheepishly and took his seat. His face was bright red as he sat next to Piers.

"That was great, Felix." The Lemurian smiled.

"Thanks... yours was better..." Felix was too ashamed to look up.

"No way." The older boy hugged his friend to show how proud he was.

"But Piers, you're so grown up and smart... I'm just dumb."

"No, don't say that!" He hugged his friend tight. "You're wonderful! Absolutely wonderful! You're the best!"

Felix felt his face turn bright red. "Piers, I..."

"I'll prove it! After school meet me near the woods and I'll show you that you're the best!"

"If you say so..."

"I know so, Felix, you're the best!"

And so, after school, the two met up near the woods.

"You made it." Piers smiled as Felix ran up.

"Yeah, now what did you want to show me?"

Piers hefted up a stick in his small hand and bounded in to strike Felix. The young Venus adept dodged it with a yelp.

"Piers- what the-"

"Come on, fight me!"

"No, Piers, I can't!"

"Why not?"

"Be-because I don't want to fight you." He reveived a small peck on the cheek and a whisper.

"Felix, thy beauty is to me
Like those Nicean barks of yore,
That gently, o'er a perfumed sea,
To his own native shore.
On desperate seas long wont to roam,
Thy hyacinth hair, thy classic face,
Thy Naiad airs have brought me home
To the glory thatwas Atlantis
And the grandeur that was Lemuria.
Lo! in yon brilliant window-niche
How statue-like I see thee stand,
The agate lamp within thy hand!
Ah, Psyche, from the regions which
Are Holy Land!
That's why you're the greatest."
And Piers ran off, both boys blushing furiously.


I know, my chapters are sucking x-x don't rub it in... Most of my attention is going to Penna, but I'm trying to even out GS with SO3 so that I'm not 'over obsessing' over either.

PxF is awkward when they're little... and without hormones...

Well, here you go, my "fans," don't eat me alive! -

I don't own any of these poems... To Helen and An Enigma belong to Poe. The Cow one belongs to the guy that Felix mentioned. I changed To Helen to match them...