Different Stories

When we first met, in Chapter One,

Both young, imperiled by unknowns,

Certainty, in each, we’d found Home.

By Chapter Two, suspicions grew

Within me, but within you, too.

It was then, we clearly both knew.

Chapters 3 to 10, we tried to fight it

And win. But the plot would not permit

A deviation, even slight, in the script.

By Chapter 13, heroic, triumphant roars,

We battled side-by-side, despite warnings,

That I was Fantasy and you were Horror.


© CGT, 2017.

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