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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