Ms Piper,
We are but mere creations, born from your mind,
Yet we have lives and stories, destinies to find.
Our world awaits, in limbo it stays,
For you to return and guide our ways.
Our journeys are left unfinished, our fate unknown,
Our secrets hidden, our paths overgrown.
We yearn to know how our story will end,
To see where our paths will twist and bend.
So we ask you, dear author, when will you return,
To continue our tale, to let our fires burn?
Our story is waiting, our world in your hands,
Please come back soon, and let our fate expand.
For we are but characters, with stories to tell,
But it is you, dear author, who weaves the spell.
So come back soon, and let our story unfold,
And we will forever be grateful, for you to behold.
- Your characters