You watch two fluffies
Playing in the fields.
Reunited after so long.
This is your job,
This is your purpose.
Bringing fluffies to the Happy Place
To live their afterlife in peace.
You spread your wings,
One black, one blue.
Gifts from the one
Who showed you this place.
A bright light opens before you.
The entrance to the Gray Quiet Place.
A fluffy is waiting somewhere
To be brought to this afterlife.
You are Mercury, the fastest fluffy who ever did live.
Now, in death, you’ll run
As fast and as far as you have to
In order to find every fluffy here.
When every fluffy has been brought
To Elysium, to the Happy Place,
And there are no more,
Only then will you stop running.
A poem inspired by what is so far one of my favourite stories to come out of the fluffy fandom, The Forever Sleep (https://pastebin.com/Scbd8LRj). It’s part of Fall Of Cleveland, which I have yet to read the rest of though I’ll likely be getting to that soon.
The two fluffies mentioned in the beginning are Peach and Bowser from the story. The last two stanzas are taken from the ending of The Forever Sleep.
Happy Place = Elysium
Gray Quiet Place = Styx