Fate, I do not know your name remove a star shake it from the sky like brightest rain cover me in a glittered cloth of night and fire and light remove the dark and let me be that spark which sets the heavens all aflame
Rest in peace you gentle soul your eyes which saw only truth gave us the spirit of those who worked the land a portrait penned with honest colour painted as it was and not how we would have it be
Darling clever Oscar Wilde that Enfant terrible a rebellious child he was pretty and very witty and yes he was gay it's a shame we couldn't accept him that way
A thin and somewhat wavering cry echoed in the banshee breeze as she beat upon our door with frozen fingers heralding your birth, you child of storms a winter babe the fallen leaf forever restless as he grew a wailing wind inside to blow you onward that much is true
The lonliest people push away arms that care they kick at gifts of comfort as if the lonliness itself were a grey woollen blanket wrapped tight around themselves protection against feeling anything at all except lonliness because that would make the blanket fall and leave them cold naked in the light and vulnerable to vicious attacks of kindness
And the rain fell as numbers countless splashes painted pearls of days turning my hair to white all unknowing that soon enough the storm would pass and whoever threw these jewels to cover me with life would only hurl them once