G'morkAlways you have kept me running.G'mork11 years ago in Scraps More Like This
rancid and stinking of death,
brushing the hairs at the back of my neck,
as I take flight, in fear of my life,
through the forests and fields of my memory.
The carnal rumble of your growl,
and the constant drum of your paws on the earth,
have always been here.
They are my breath and my pulse,
and I know you, as I know my own heart.
But I am too afraid to turn and face you.
So I will never see your eyes
-green, like mine-
And I will never realize
The Fantasia I have left behind.