Born into a field of flowers, to slowly wilt away
Sheltered by wings, delicately smothered by blindness
Released among the
wolves, thus molded by resistance
Ridden by the clawed hoofs of tyrants
The fruit of other worlds, but grown by
Concealing a black soul, and but sensing the beyond
Uniquely grown from within
Shimmered by a darker night, but left
How can one disclose a darker night,
If one but rests?
Or evidence the suffering,
By wordly gauge?
comprehend the long-drawn agony
When pain and evil never trod one down
Like a warring sun, from a better kingdom
free, of different steel!
Dearly prized, and equally broken
He should have gone free of you!
An emotional tumour, gnaws from
Of heartless, spineless treason
The darkest night now weaves its loom
Soon to release its spawn