I hope this letter finds you well, Lauren
In peaceful hearth where kind hearts dwell.
May life unfold as you design,
In gentler realms, serene, benign.
Remain within your sacred space,
Far from the world’s unkind embrace.
This earth, I fear, was not for you
Its cruel demands, its bitter hue.
May you not feel the wrath I knew,
When hope's last ember flickered through.
I bore that fire, scorned and betrayed,
In vengeance’ grip, my soul was flayed.
Yet vengeance, should not delay
It sears the heart and strips away.
Cling to your dolls, your dreams, your art,
The whimsy blooming in your heart.
Stay far from thrones of lead and steel
Where mercy fades and wounds won't heal.
Let none rebuke your spirit bright,
Nor shame you for your love of light.
Take Renzetti, McCracken too
Go live the joy I only knew for a moment or two
For none of you, so young, should trade
Your spirits for a steel-blade fate.
I sought but peace, a final breath,
A whispered end, not wrath nor death.
He slew the unicorn I see
That mirrored, shadowed part of me.
A fate more cursed than death he’ll find,
For death is mercy to the kind.
So live, Johanna, long and true,
In sunlight I could not break through.
May bliss be yours, your path sincere
Unlike this soul that disappears.
My truth condemned me not to live...
But yours, dear child, has much to give.
Happy birthday, Faust.