A poem Syllea wrote for her best friend Davrynn.
Alone most days.
No family, friends, or loves.
A fake joyfulness
Worn like a mask in a play.
One fateful day,
A young boy walked in.
Not only to the Pony,
But into her life.
Writing by the fire,
Sitting all alone,
He came along,
Asking to sit.
When she nodded yes
The friendship began.
No longer alone.
Finally with a friend.
A real joyfulness,
No longer needing the mask.
A friend for once,
One she would never let go.
