My house is crying bitter tears, while pain rises in waves that grow higher and higher. Her feet are without an anchor as the Earth shifts and moans.
I knock on the walls where the woodworm has staked his claim relentlessly digging pathways to eternal damnation. My fingers pierce her insides and gather only useless dust, remains of an icy spring illusion.
I will demolish this monster, vanquish him like magic smoke blow him to kingdom come and if I knew how, I would save you from yourself.
Once I could breathe for you. We sang sweet duets together needing only a glance for thoughts to become reality but these chains no longer suffices and the small bird flies out. Your mistakes must be made and paid for with coin of the realm minted from your own reserves. The regent no more reigns, her crown Is laid to rest, the keys rusted. Growing up can be a long and lonely happening.
Dedicated to my Son, may he find his way.
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