To my Khyron (with pleasure)
Maverynthia Crowinthas
To Khyron:
you were good
you were great
you could pull a figure eight
but still you tried
to turn the tide
to the Zentradi
with you body.
You stabbed'em in the back
and didn't take any flack
you were mean and cruel and violent
you turned the world topsy turvy
like a soap box car derby
AND STILL
you won my heart.
Congratulations Khyron
you did it!
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