Happy 8th birthday, Homestuck!
As a fan-to-the-death, I've taken it upon myself to offer up some Alpha Rose/Dave poetry in celebration. To any Homestucks still out there: May your pesterchum accounts never be deactivated and your strife deck be ever of a deadly kind.
Moirail For Sale
There are many Daves,
But you are not mine--
There are fewer Roses,
And I am not yours.
It’s just how things have always been.
It’s a fact,
And nothing more.
And yet,
you are close.
More than anything I want my Dave,
But I would play your Rose
If you wanted--
I would offer up my comfort,
A moirail-for-sale--
Ha! What a pitiful mop I am for pale,
All my diamondic trysts drift apart
Or turn from pale to pail--
Only when our friends were there to stop me did I keep from wanting you.
I should disclose these things to you;
It would only be fair.
But I don’t want to scare you off--
The only Dave I’ve met who tastes the barest bit like mine--
So I lie.
Through omission.
If you call that lying.
(do you?)
...
Moirail for Sale:
A slut for pale
Whose Diamondic desires always turn to the pail.
Morail for hire:
I’ll dampen your ire
And seal every kiss with a sharp lack of fire
(I am, after all, a wonderful liar.)
