Date: 01/17/2013 at 02:45
From: Scarlatti's Muse, Chryseas Ashaela, the Argent Avatar of Art
To : Everyone
Subj: Barnacles

Clinging to life upon strength of others,
With those of kind; sisters and brothers.

Clustering among each other in fright,
Scared to stagnation, a worse blight.

Unable to survive independently,
Should all thus aid you incidentally?

The world passes but barnacles remain,
Clutching and grasping against tides again...

Infecting all they adhere and clasp,
Sinking in, spreading, like poison of asp.

Encrusting until the host's obscured,
When really it has truly endured.

Cleanse and renounce shackles of slavery,
Hosts, come forth, show some bravery.

To the barnacles we need you not,
Without a bolster, you'd surely Rot.

Penned by my hand on the 25th of Aeguary, in the year 616 AF.