You, oh you, the emerald snake, the butterfly and tiger rage, the hidden hope and open wound and soothing tear that weeps the moon. I, the weeping angel, wolf, the hammer and the titan, the lamb and crushing heart that fights the hating, brutal champions.
You, the silhouetted grace, the dancing golden hate.
You, the fire banshee, the flirting curtain greed.
You, the first, the dagger and the sorrow bleeding sea.
And you, the rest, the nameless and the ones who'd not left me but instead did force my hand to set my anchor free.
If I could have a question answered, any one of thought
I would ask "Why don't you all just leave me here to rot?"
Remember me not! And I shall forget you!
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