When that faithful pal matters. by @neomacb (Neo MacBean)

At the bottom of the well.

Gold plated eyes, cold gray lips. All that's left is a gem. Is that all I am?

She left me a ring And a spear. Is that's all that's left of her?

Days I just want to cry They say I am too old But the crystal clear sea rains anyhow.

She was killed saving me Silver blades trail my every move I, the rare black fox.

Rest my head Close my eyes Tomorrow is another day.

~Corail age 16.

Artwork © Copyright 2003 Neo MacBean