Taking the Chance: A FinnMatt Poem

This is a short poem from the PoV of Finn Witch detailing his (AU) relationship toward Mathieu Frollo. Leona Beast and Jolene Beauty are briefly mentioned.

The song bits are from "Forgetting For Now", an upcoming song from the fanmade band Happy Antithesis. “Can you care anymore?”

“Do you remember your roots?”

“Have you left this phase of matter for something more acute?”

As the muse continues her melancholy tuning,

The band backs her up with an upbeat booming.

All I can hear is the distant shore,

And the crack of the flames that blaze in those eyes of yours.

Pull you in like it’s nothing for only you care,

If you've practiced this for weeks now or you've come unprepared.

“And you’re starting to wonder.”

“Why should you bother?”

“With a set life spent on a son or a daughter?”

“All this rumbling, rumbling, now the clock’s thundering…”

I loosen the grasp of our silhouetted hands,

Looking down at yours pale as the sand.

You turn away and you tell me that we can't,

I know, idiot; that’s why I’m taking the chance.

Now I must run, for you've taken off,

And I need to clear up all those chaotic thoughts.

“Forget where you’re from.”

“Forget all your strife.”

“Forget who you are and be whatever you want tonight.”

Into the forest, I wonder what’s come over you.

Beneath a gazebo, you stand in pure solitude.

You’re looking away but you hear me approach,

And your head moves to me with an inward reproach.

“What if they treat us like creatures agai-” “Monsters, even?”

You shift uncomfortably and look up at the ceiling.

“When we found out about Le and Jo, Royals fancied the thought.”

“That’s the thing,” you mutter, “they’re destined. We’re not.”

At this point, my face is mere inches from yours.

The music’s turned to breeze, the concrete is our dance floor.

Your hair looks like wet sand, eyes blue yet so dry,

Two different worlds that I’m willing to try.

But I guess I missed the train to my sensibilities,

So under my breath, I’ll curse my propensities.

I turn to take a step away, and another, and still-

You stick to that gazebo, lost in the night’s chill.