A story is told,
Of a boy who was lonesome
Who strayed a bit far from his home.
As the daylight grew dimmer,
He saw a faint glimmer,
Lost in the wake of sea foam.
For the boy had a feeling.
That this monster was kneeling,
To offer his hand to a friend.
The boy darted away,
But then turned to stay,
Afraid of the message he'd send.
He lowered his head.
And the boy bustled up,
Looking pruoud atop his new steed.
For the boy had a venture:
He was bound for adventure,
And this monster had planted the seed.
Looking up to the stars,
He thought to himself,
Imagine all the people up there.
Could they all be as lonely?
Or am I one and only?
Would the people in Earth really care?
So a story unfolds,
A boy and his pet,
Leaving his home without care or regret.
Truly a tale that none will forget.
- Aether
