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A Roundabout Through

Summary:

I'll play you a ditty
It's tragic and witty
But fun while you're dancing
A round here or two...

Notes:

A special gift on a special day for special, angsty author. And if you aren't reading wonderful stories by GaiasEyes, then can you even call it good angst.

Thank you of course to a series of folks who you should also be clicking on for primo works of fanfiction: anna_bird, Afraid_Industry8409, and AlwaysBeMyBaby

Work Text:

Tipitter-tipatter

Tipitter-tipatter

Tipitter-tipatter

Steady, and

I'll play you a ditty
It's tragic and witty
But fun while you're dancing
A round here or two

I'll strum on my fiddle, you'll
prance round the middle
And here, we'll come circling
A roundabout through.

I take your hand dearly
To court you so sweetly
I promise discreetly
They won't have a clue

That we dance and circle
And how it's a miracle
We've kept our steps going
A roundabout through

I saunter, you catch me
But only when lucky
The powers are strong but
we outwit the two

The dance that we're playing
It’s dangerous they're saying
But for you, I’m scheming
A roundabout through

We crash and we stumble
We're getting in trouble
Again and again, now
With more than a few

How do we then fix us
The whole world against us
It splits us from going
A roundabout through

We pick up our paces
But forget our places
I'm panicking, this is
The end of us two

We're tripping, we're fighting
Caught up, and we're falling
We're flailing, but trying
A roundabout through

No nightingales singing
My heartstrings you’re snipping
Let's pick up the tempo
Cause it's coming due

The piper is calling
With war on the morning
There's just no more hiding
A roundabout through

I'm desperate to pull you
To save us, I warn you
That no one’s been truthful
I know that you knew

But you've heard the calling
Our peril still mounting
We need to escape to
A roundabout through

I kissed you, I tried it
You didn't abide it
Embarrassed, I didn't know
What else to do

We'll always be circling
No longer fun dancing
Though God, I still long for
A roundabout through

My song isn't jauntin’
It's horror-filled flauntin’
My anger, my sorrow
It guts me so true

But play, I'll continue
‘Til the end in tribute
And dream the times we danced
A roundabout through

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