We are not bloodBut we are still family As surely as whimsy Breathes life to our story. We dare not deny or decry Our connection, Or hasten the pace Of our grand allegory.
Brothers and sisters To misses and misters Through battles and blisters Our shoulders have merged. And though we may prattle And even do battle, Our swords never rattle Save in common surge.
We search not for dragons And dream not of peril. We seek none of vengeance, For it is not ours. We live for the moment Alive in each other And in our alliance We find our true powers.
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Published on July 18, 2020 02:49