Blood runs cold and molten gold has turned to dust and ash this affront of flesh, this lack of common sense and cruel heart, these hands that slapped and pinched so hard, the screech of voice turning to smoke, that death to my child before spoke. Should they haunt me afterwards? For silently I only watched? Dragon teeth shal snap the wings, of furies that would dare. He disowned me first, no regret should be there. Nor pity for one beaten by fate, until despair consumed him whole? There are two hearts burnt to coal. May mine be an ember brightening.
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Blood runs cold
and molten gold
has turned to dust
and ash
this affront of flesh,
this lack of common sense
and cruel heart,
these hands that slapped
and pinched so hard,
the screech of voice turning to smoke,
that death to my child before spoke.
Should they haunt me afterwards?
For silently I only watched?
Dragon teeth shal snap the wings,
of furies that would dare.
He disowned me first,
no regret should be there.
Nor pity for one beaten by fate,
until despair consumed him whole?
There are two hearts burnt to coal.
May mine be an ember brightening.