Does information want to be free,
Does the law of entropy will it to be?

The death of a sibling so greatly seen
Forever lost, an object of feen
Losing one so young is all but a sin
Hatred boiling throughout my kin

Never having been able to say goodbye
Bellowing throughout the house, my piercing cry
I live to walk alone without my support
The death of my sister has made me distraught

A punishment for all my crimes
God’s grace is all but dimes
Screaming out for her return
Left with nothing but a yearn

The death of an enemy so terribly lost
The one that you've hated, at what cost
Never will you be able to say sorry
To all the wrongs committed, the worry

A teaching in life for which I’ve learnt
Love the ones you've dangerously burnt
Regret is a pain that eats at your soul
A reckoning that defeats the biggest blow

Life and death work in a mysterious way
One cannot live without the others decay
Although one must start for one to end
The Alpha and Omega, the worlds amend.

Wolf adorns her howl,
Almighty Jewel of Snow.
Controlled by Auroras shadow,
Slipping through the wood.

She is a beta,
Walking in the path of Omega.
She is marked by the moon,
A star upon her brow.

White as snow,
Pure holiness.

She searches for mateship,
Someone to be with for eternity.
Even as wolf of Aurora,
She is Mortal as can be.

Thy Jewel of Snow,
Tranquil by Ice.

She will become Omega,
To find the mate.
For the rest of their lives.

The Alpha will call, the omega will join,
Together as one, they sing a song,
All now hunted, because of one fateful calling,
Haunting, yet beautiful, they'll ravage,
They'll break, they'll snap and growl,
Stopping for yet no one,
No one but the Alpha Wolf.

I tried to climb to the peak, much too high the clouds were blinding me
Teetering on the middle rung, could not grip on and I got pushed
I aimed for more, climbed and heaved, tripping as they laughed and jeered
I tried to be goth or punk, even in my uniform
I was dull. And the swats just turned their nose
I was a polar bear swimming between melting ice caps
hopped like a frog from lilypad to lilypad
I looked at eye level and I was still afraid, looked down where open arms were raised
The freak, the dreg, the special needs, the ill the young and the weak
Some even worse off than me, I get high on the feeling it give me
Although I tried to climb that ladder, ultimately I had no power
but with these people I feel tall, I'm not so weird afterall
I flaunt my boyfriend, good sized flat, my rewarding hobbies, my loyal cat
I hold on to the secure warmth of weirdos, otakus, aspies, duds
As awfully selfish as I sound, I feel successful when they're around
aswell as friendship I have found a way to remind myself I'm still sound
The pain of pulling my unsteady limbs up the hierarchical mound
left me bitter, choked on scorn, sore from bruises; I gave up
It took until my 16th year to get the message loud and clear
I know where I stand, burrowed in the warm soil of the underground.

PS, as we dig, your mountain's gonna topple down!!!

Dear Emma Watson -
Shall we make love
The object of
Our spiritual quest
Together?

Surely an altogether
Better option
Than pairing you off
In a commentary box
With one John Motson
Discussing twenty two
Pairs of socks
Chasing a piece of leather?

If spiritual questing
Is not for you
I will make do
With tightly tied pairs of shoes
Existential emus,
Sylvia Plath and Ted Hughes.

Whilst hoping you find
Your Sherlock Holmes,
Miss Watson
I will content myself with
Cataloguing my collection of
Black and white combs.

I also have plots on
Which I need to work -

Wednesday Addams's love of
Moon dried tomatoes

Or Erica Roe
Somewhere in Portugal
Growing sweet potatoes
For sale.

Don't let anyone tell you
There ain't no perks
To being an Omega Male.