Gotta love the totally crapy title, which can, and most likely will be, changed. This poem was done for Arkillian, for a story she has uploaded on Red Curtain. She asked for a poem, so I sat down and set myself to working. It's always a fun challenge to write poetry incorporating established elements. A pain in the butt, but fun. Because this is for Arkillian, please, for the love of God and all things holy, do not make comments about it. I'm marking this "comfort food" in case people notice typos, but since this is Arkillian's poem, in the long run, frankly she's the only one I want to tear this to pieces. One more thing (wow, I write too much here...): I gave this to my father and he mentioned the lines repeating at the beginning and the end. He wondered if I had messed something up. Nope, it's supposed to be like that. I, personally, love this stylistic effect. I feel it brings things full-circle, which was something I wanted in this poem.
A nifty way to make lace and Celtic knots.
Something I wrote for the guy I fancy myself in love with. Which is funny, because it's not my boyfriend. My boyfriend will be my ex as of Monday.