Poetry

"Ok!" I cried, amire in misery,
"Never take this choice from me!"
"Aha," he said, his voice harsh with fire,
"You never had which you desired!"

"Avast!" he cried, "Let's man the sails!
Your life's not over, you haven't failed,
Just because you have no child,
It only means you can be more wild
Live your years, a myriad await,
waste it not on what you call fate!"

"One verse at a time, just live your days,
I promise nothing you do can faze!"
"But," she said in a shaky sigh,
"All I want is to finally die."

"What did you mean?" a small voice said,
"When you said you made the choice to be dead?
What other option did you think you could allow,
If there is none, you have no choice even now."

"I don't care if it's choice, I don't care if it's free!"
At this point the small girl shook on her knee.
"I don't care for a thing, and that's what I need.
Oblivion will fix my need to be freed."

"Forget all that, emotions are dumb!"
The great sailor cried,
"All I need to know is that one equals one!"

"Do you think that'll convince me?"
The girl snorted, despite herself.
"I am a dwarf, you are an elf.
Emotions come to me as facts come to you,
How do you know one does not equal two?"

The sailor and dwarf sailed under the moon,
That night two became one as they passed on the waves,
As when he returned, only the sailor remained.