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Life on a thread Frozen spiders web Tears flowing over his cheeks Desire will come For it may not last long Till the day will come that he seeks Till that will come what he seeks

So keep this for me Until the boy can see clearly The path he must take to find truth A potion he must brew Something I always knew Would come for the boy in his youth Would help him to get through his youth

To get all the parts He must follow the charts Of the stars and the sun and the moon He’ll be guided to you When he has seen himself through But hold on as it may not be soon Keep on waiting because it may not be soon

Has anyone else gotten a gift like this? I googled a bunch of different lines from the poem and nothing came up, so I can only assume that the anon wrote it. It's an amazing poem. I loved it.

I got one of these as well. I thought perhaps it was some sort of riddle thing but looks like you got the same poem so /shrug Pretty good though!

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Message Life on a thread Frozen spiders web Tears flowing over his cheeks Desire will come For it may not last long Till the day will come that he seeks Till that will come what he seeks

So keep this for me Until the boy can see clearly The path he must take to find truth A potion he must brew Something I always knew Would come for the boy in his youth Would help him to get through his youth

To get all the parts He must follow the charts Of the stars and the sun and the moon He’ll be guided to you When he has seen himself through But hold on as it may not be soon Keep on waiting because it may not be soon

Life on a thread Frozen spiders web Tears flowing over his cheeks Desire will come For it may not last long Till the day will come that he seeks Till that will come what he seeks

So keep this for me Until the boy can see clearly The path he must take to find truth A potion he must brew Something I always knew Would come for the boy in his youth Would help him to get through his youth

To get all the parts He must follow the charts Of the stars and the sun and the moon He’ll be guided to you When he has seen himself through But hold on as it may not be soon Keep on waiting because it may not be soon

Anony whoever you are. Wow. That's absolutely lovely. Thank you so very much.

Thank you anon :). You're very talented, that's a lovely poem and thank you for sharing it! And thank you for the item too, it's very pretty!

Life on a thread Frozen spiders web Tears flowing over his cheeks Desire will come For it may not last long Till the day will come that he seeks Till that will come what he seeks

So keep this for me Until the boy can see clearly The path he must take to find truth A potion he must brew Something I always knew Would come for the boy in his youth Would help him to get through his youth

To get all the parts He must follow the charts Of the stars and the sun and the moon He’ll be guided to you When he has seen himself through But hold on as it may not be soon Keep on waiting because it may not be soon

I really loved this! Thank you anon

Such a great poem :D I'm intrigued by this boy's tale, hehe. Thank you anon! :3

I got this same poem and an . Both of them are lovely, anon. :) I kept my gift list open in a tab for a little while just so I could peek at the poem every now and then while browsing Subeta. Thank you very much for sharing with us!

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Life on a thread Frozen spiders web Tears flowing over his cheeks Desire will come For it may not last long Till the day will come that he seeks Till that will come what he seeks

So keep this for me Until the boy can see clearly The path he must take to find truth A potion he must brew Something I always knew Would come for the boy in his youth Would help him to get through his youth

To get all the parts He must follow the charts Of the stars and the sun and the moon He’ll be guided to you When he has seen himself through But hold on as it may not be soon Keep on waiting because it may not be soon

This is really, really pretty. I've read a lot of pretty poems, but this is a unique kind of fantastic. Thank you so much, anon! ❤

I got one as well, thank you so much, anon! The last part was exactly what I needed to hear today. Such great timing; thank you again. :)

I agree that the last part is definitely something I needed to hear, even if we're all interpreting it differently. I keep reading the poem over and over, and I have to say that whoever wrote it is so talented!

I wonder if there are going to be more pieces to this? All of the items they're sending out seem to be part of a mixture, like the alchemy items, and the alloys, or items that are typically used in magic potions. I'd love to read more, if that's what they've got planned! I hope they have more planned, actually. ^-^

:O Mine it totally different and lyrics to an awesome song.

I gotta feel you in my bones again,

I'm all over you. I'm not over you.

I wanna taste you one more time again,

I'm all over you. I'm not over you.

This life is way too short to get caught up in all this stuff

when I just want you to love me back,

why can't you just love me back?

♡ I will love you through lyrics

I wanna know who it is so I can respond back in a similar fashion lol.

I got another poem, but Im not so sure if its the same anon

Message The old man sighs cause in the caves of his mind he sees his grandson who now is away He sighs a bit more as he stumbles upon a picture of them back in May Back in May ninety-four when the summer still bore the images of future plans And as he reaches for pens with his old shaking hands he sighs and he sighs and he sighs The view of a paper folded in half with the news of the evening before He now sees the river of memories deep and he stops cause he can’t take no more But oh, the view of the boat folded of paper upon the black river of doom Sticks with him for a while then he forces a smile while deep inside of him there’s gloom And the black of the night in which he tries to hide has never fulfilled his dreams Because his grandson is gone and the man is alone and he still doesn’t know what it means

I got another poem...seems sort of on a similar track so I think it may be the same anon?

Message The old man sighs cause in the caves of his mind he sees his grandson who now is away He sighs a bit more as he stumbles upon a picture of them back in May Back in May ninety-four when the summer still bore the images of future plans And as he reaches for pens with his old shaking hands he sighs and he sighs and he sighs The view of a paper folded in half with the news of the evening before He now sees the river of memories deep and he stops cause he can’t take no more But oh, the view of the boat folded of paper upon the black river of doom Sticks with him for a while then he forces a smile while deep inside of him there’s gloom And the black of the night in which he tries to hide has never fulfilled his dreams Because his grandson is gone and the man is alone and he still doesn’t know what it means

i, too, got the poem about the old man (and a Black Taper Candle), and as similarly unsure if it's the same anon or not. but here i am, declaring it anyway, so maybe they'll let us know via the next message or something :)

oh, and i also had this image by the end of it:

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The old man sighs cause in the caves of his mind he sees his grandson who now is away He sighs a bit more as he stumbles upon a picture of them back in May Back in May ninety-four when the summer still bore the images of future plans And as he reaches for pens with his old shaking hands he sighs and he sighs and he sighs The view of a paper folded in half with the news of the evening before He now sees the river of memories deep and he stops cause he can’t take no more But oh, the view of the boat folded of paper upon the black river of doom Sticks with him for a while then he forces a smile while deep inside of him there’s gloom And the black of the night in which he tries to hide has never fulfilled his dreams Because his grandson is gone and the man is alone and he still doesn’t know what it means

Aww... I don't know if you're the same anon, but this is really beautiful. It's so sad, but it's a beautiful piece of writing. You (or both of you?) are really talented. Thank you! ❤

Aaw, this is a little sad but it's still a wonderful poem, thank you for sharing, anon :). I hope you have a great Luminaire!

I also just got the one about the old man. It's so sad! It's still beautiful though, but very, very sad. :c

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The old man sighs cause in the caves of his mind he sees his grandson who now is away He sighs a bit more as he stumbles upon a picture of them back in May Back in May ninety-four when the summer still bore the images of future plans And as he reaches for pens with his old shaking hands he sighs and he sighs and he sighs The view of a paper folded in half with the news of the evening before He now sees the river of memories deep and he stops cause he can’t take no more But oh, the view of the boat folded of paper upon the black river of doom Sticks with him for a while then he forces a smile while deep inside of him there’s gloom And the black of the night in which he tries to hide has never fulfilled his dreams Because his grandson is gone and the man is alone and he still doesn’t know what it means

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The old man sighs cause in the caves of his mind he sees his grandson who now is away He sighs a bit more as he stumbles upon a picture of them back in May Back in May ninety-four when the summer still bore the images of future plans And as he reaches for pens with his old shaking hands he sighs and he sighs and he sighs The view of a paper folded in half with the news of the evening before He now sees the river of memories deep and he stops cause he can’t take no more But oh, the view of the boat folded of paper upon the black river of doom Sticks with him for a while then he forces a smile while deep inside of him there’s gloom And the black of the night in which he tries to hide has never fulfilled his dreams Because his grandson is gone and the man is alone and he still doesn’t know what it means

Dammit, Anon. You made me feel ALL OF THE FEELS and ONIONS EVERYWHERE... 'sob' THank you... I ... I think.

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The old man sighs cause in the caves of his mind he sees his grandson who now is away
He sighs a bit more as he stumbles upon a picture of them back in May
Back in May ninety-four when the summer still bore the images of future plans
And as he reaches for pens with his old shaking hands he sighs and he sighs and he sighs
The view of a paper folded in half with the news of the evening before
He now sees the river of memories deep and he stops cause he can’t take no more
But oh, the view of the boat folded of paper upon the black river of doom
Sticks with him for a while then he forces a smile while deep inside of him there’s gloom
And the black of the night in which he tries to hide has never fulfilled his dreams
Because his grandson is gone and the man is alone and he still doesn’t know what it means

Aw this is so beautiful ;-; Thank you for gifting us those beautiful poems anon! ❤