Work Text:
To live is to mourn,
To mourn is to live.
It’s the result of being born
The cost of the love you give.
Canis feels so small,
Death is so very vast.
He’s used to it, this endless fall
But pain’s not assuaged by pain from the past
There’s a terrible symmetry there
Death of a mother, father’s disgrace.
If this is his story’s retelling, then where
Will this tragedy end in his new place?