Shadow of His Wings
One should not be doing this. But there is something one must say and there is nowhere else that one can say it, and so one must resort to this before one screams it aloud when one should not speak.

One wishes to explain for the sake of one's sibling, the unworthy who all of us want to be. One wishes one's sister to understand what one and us were. One wishes one's sister to understand.

One is numbered thirteen. One is called unlucky conventionally, but one's master loves one for her number. One's master loves one--does sister understand? That is why one follows, and stands in the shadow of his wings. One and us know that he loves us. He has promised us--he has promised us that he will make us like you. We see that he is true to us. One sees it for herself.

Daddy could not be that way. Daddy saw only you. But master sees us and knows us and calls us by name, and even if he is cruel his laws are just, and we will follow him always.

He loves one. He loves one more than anything, even if one should sin and make him sad. And if one does, he will wrap one in his wings and all hurting will cease. One is glad to be his songbird. One is proud to serve.

One loves him, because he loves us.