A/N: For a friend.
There once was a being of dark and light,
a feather in left and a heart in right.
It stared at the soul, eyeless and passive,
judging its future according to practice.
And one thing it knew how to follow through right,
was one thing too many for its state of mind.
Let's skip ahead after the decision was made,
the being got stuck in a frail mortal plane.
But it was here and it could see,
through its own eyes, not just memory.
Oh, what a happy lifetime it should have,
filled with beauty, passion, love and care.
But like everything in the worlds of ails,
it will have to return to the good ol' scales.
Back to the endless work of dejection,
again to discover its truest intention.