Yo bro,

Logan my slogan,

I have quiet cured

my mental insolence yet,

but all I want to

say is thanks

for making me shake the

the hands of a Utan Athena

Time froze,

my breathe turned to ice

our hands met

and my heart outsang

the tale of a flame

and my world was made fortune

by a white hole

sucking all normality

and I wore the wings of fantasy,

my flew wild like immortality

Thanks, Logan Newman,

though you hate me,

you’ll always be my bro,

once again thanks,

for letting me shake

the hands of a Utan Athena.

              By Ekow Kakraba