I[]
- In a faraway land, in the village of the Gifted,
- Lived a Giftless Raincoat-hjörian
- Everyone in his village was made from the same fabric.
- To be sewn from the same fabric meant
- That their fibers were arranged in the same way,
- And all their patterns matched perfectly.
- All of them spoke in a similar way,
- Acted in a similar way,
- And even had similar thoughts.
- Except for him.
II[]
- He couldn't bring himself to laugh
- At the same things they did,
- Couldn't like the same things as them,
- And felt out of place during their annual Festivals,
- Where they danced their worries away
- And dumped their miseries down the Pit.
- However, despite their differences,
- The villagers accepted the Giftless Raincoat-hjörian
- The way he was, and never shunned him away.
- "You're not so different from us!", the villagers reassured.
- "As long as we sing to one tune, all of us are the same!"
- And so, they included him in all their activities.
- Yet, suffocated by their stagnant chorus,
- The Giftless Raincoat-hjörian felt incredibly bored.
- Until one day, he fell into The Pit.
III[]
- In The Pit, he met someone unlike anyone he'd seen before:
- The very Monster that The Gifted fed their woes to.
- The Monster was hungry.
- But, The Monster refused to eat
- The Giftless Raincoat-hjörian,
- For he didn't bear any Gifts.
IV[]
- All the Giftless Raincoat-hjörian could do
- Was watch The Monster devour from the shadows,
- Until it eventually became motionless
- And slowly decomposed before his eyes.
- Never before had The Giftless Raincoat-hjörian
- Seen a sight more touching
- Than witnessing The Monster's passing.
- For the first time in his life,
- The Giftless Raincoat-hjörian felt seen.