I wrote a Stratt and Grace poem. I can’t stop thinking about how the Petrova Line is a red string of fate for Grace. I ties him (cosmically, whether that means romantic or platonic) to Stratt and Rocky. It’s just so… perfect of an analogy so I wrote a poem about it :D
The words of yours that I caught
until I saw how much you give.
Let the world turn as it ought
as you said ‘there is no alternative,’
there it is, that red string
my eyes cloud, my ears ring
I can hear heaven’s angels sing
On my finger and pulled taught
I know now, much too late
you were right all this time, and I still choose to live.
Each 1st line in each stanza is its own poem. (same with 2nd and 3rd). here is that is compiled.
The words of yours that I caught
Let the world turn as it ought
there it is, that red string
On my finger and pulled taught
my eyes cloud, my ears ring
I know now, much too late
until I saw how much you give.
as you said ‘there is no alternative,’
I can hear heaven’s angels sing
you were right all this time, and I still choose to live.