Dear Fandom, Here's a silly token of my love for you and a thank you for being here with me. -ICM xoxoWhy I’m here (and maybe why you are, too)
for Harry, Draco, and those who love them (pants optional)
I’ll never be the brain behind A Pure and Simple Truth,
I'll never head to Russia with the writer of Danse Russe.
I'll never be the author of All His Saints or Turn,
I'll never bring out UST like a Hades Paradox burn.
Reparations has been written, as has A Thousand Beautiful Things.
The Beauty of Trees is remixed so the Voices in the Leaves sing.
I’ve read Survival of the Species and I’ve Dreamed in Monochrome,
I’ve fallen for wizards, Body and Soul, and would call their Beautiful World home.
And Vale Sanare, it squeezed me tight, while Inkantations made me fly,
And do feel free to Kiss me with Fire but not until I've a Tissue of Silver nearby.
But Let’s Pretend the War is Over until a Landslide knocks us down,
And Every Fifteen Seconds after until the Brink of Twilight comes ’round.
For The Boy who Only Lived Twice has still Tomorrow and Tomorrow (and Tomorrow) to go,
But through us he'll Trust in Hope, Unbroken, even as the Storm's Breath blows.
A Piercing Comfort's well and good, as is some Salt on the Western Wind,
Then Comes a Mist and a Weeping Rain to wash away our sins.
So Promise Me a Pomegranate with Yorkshire Puddings on the side,
Then let's head to Paris; bringing, please, a Friend Like Me along for the ride.
I’ve learned All His Saints are quite Adrift in A Stranger Garden by the sea,
And Must Love Quidditch, to its credit, still lives up to the all squee.
On a Clear Day, On One's Knees, I found my dark and light,
And there, next to the Blue Vase, is a Still Life, In Plain Sight.
There are Coins beside the Lamp (In Pieces) in the Cooling Room,
Says the Magpie to the Morning, I'd be Shattered without you.
The Holy Tree that’s Growing There gives thanks, for look! Here Comes the Sun,
In Bloom its gorgeous leaves match well the green of the Lotus-eyed One.
Indeed, If Wishes Were Children and if Two Wands Make a Right,
Jolene’s request for One Harry Potter, Please, will keep me reading through the night.
I've been Desperately Seeking Someone for what seems an eternity,
Hungry for something Strong and Strange, perhaps like Fairylights and Brandy.
He Was He, and I Was, Holly and Hawthorn, Thistle and Thyme,
Now we’re Sharing Different Heartbeats because forgiveness is divine.
And so Here's the Pencil (and Make it Work) to let story after story unfold.
Because even on the Last Day of our World, there will still be more tales to be told.
Thanks to
oakstone730 for her read-through. :)And, um, sorry. I'm not a poet. Clearly. But I tried. Hopefully that counts. <3