By: By: Ranoko on FFN, or Imasha on AO3
A duck
A swan
A crow
A sword
All dance to the beat of a song
With strings pulled taut
by a man whose thoughts
are the chords and beat of a tune
That he plays through others,
their will he smothers, trapped in
The Great Tragedy
But his own end draws near
though he does not seem to hear
the beat of his
funeral drum
They came for him readily
and together, steadily
they stood firm
and prevailed
The power of friendship
of love
of dance
The power of pen
and of hope
The words and thoughts
of a duck and her friends
then end,
and fans have to cope.
We gossip and plot,
weave and wonder aloud
about characters
their suffering and joy,
And One among us
has the courage
to stop
at each one, and say
'thank you for sharing.'
To sprinkle some praise
and encouragement to all
who continue to give shape
to their thoughts of
A duck
and a swan
and a crow
and a quill
who join and give thanks
to James Birdsong