A/N: Written for the Freeverse Frenzy Competition, poem 9, for the Pairing Set Bootcamp, pairing 9 – Albus/Gellert, for the If You Dare Challenge, prompt 975 – head in the clouds. And the spelling of little as "leetle" was on purpose.
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9. On the Same Cloud
There was a problem
in being so far up
in the clouds:
Everyone else
was so far beneath,
like a string of ants
chasing a crumb
from his bread
And it was honestly a bore
But then he came along.
He, with his glittering eyes
and sharp tongue
and even sharper ideals
And now there was no concern
of treading on another's toes
because their heads were mounted
on that same pedestal cloud
And the ants got smaller and smaller
and neither of them could care
until one of those little black dots
(maybe a leetle bigger on one of their four eyes)
was red instead
And then the clouds crashed
like a deck of cards into dust.