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Kiraman and Tanaquil

'Tanaquil, your beauty exceeds them all,   From the crown of your head to your tail tip.   From the early morning till curtain call,   The dread ravens hear the songs of your lips.   They entertain you with their cunning quips,   They dance, flap, and caw at your every whim,   As the ghostly Love Star rises and dips,   I can only watch from my tower's stem,   Oh those dim ravens! How I wish I were one of them.'       'Kiraman, our union cannot be,   Our situation is most most dire.   You are not Unsuitable Love to me,   But walls are between us, lakes of fire.   Wasting away in my lonely spire,   With a warm aching in my sea-soaked heart,   I long for your arms, quench my desire!   But forces on each side keep us apart,   If we ran away, Kirry, where would we even start?'       'Tanaquil, I have no answer for this.   But in my bosom I know for certain,   That each dragging day I glimpse your kind face,   And it makes me a much better person.   You are the north light, easing my burden,   The vast Sun with Her fiery fervour,   The Moon with His horned self untaciturn,   So let us leave this badland forever,   Two Seirens finding their way in the world together.'       'Kiraman, the world we live in is strange,   People judge by appearances, by looks.   They shun moving forward and making change,   Seeing people like us as beasts and crooks.   We have been manipulated like rooks,   Made to see our love as an enemy,   But we two can flee far beyond these brooks,   And build a world beyond these ancient seas,   Our fates are tied, and I am forever bound to thee.'       So Kiraman and Tanaquil take flight,   Escaping their respective citadels,   Their wings carrying them into the night,   Abandoning tradition and its hells.   Leaving behind their society's yells,   Its old policies against sex-mixing,   They ignore their inner looming fear-knells,   The brass bells of panic ever ringing,   And, lo, they have escaped! The dread ravens are singing.       Time sees a new world, a new time, begin,   Where what's outside will no longer matter:   People won't be judged by what's not within,   But by the content of their character.

A story of two uranian Seirens in Dimension XII finding love and escaping together.


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