If stars were the way to go,
I would've followed them long ago.
My tale is old, but sadly it's true.
And I don't mean to startle you, when I say
My baby is gone. But sometimes I think of the life she would've had
In a world where Gods fight and the Good
Lose their rights, so sometimes I think
Of the life she would've had.
She would've grown upon the tale of deceit
Oh hear me demons, summon me and reap!
In which the only way she could
Be Queen is if she slaughtered her moral,
Mortal being. They say love runs faster
Than hate, but if my child could love
She would've never escaped
My own. But this was a choice.
To kill or not to kill, to reap
Or not to reap, to breathe or not to, it is your choice
To live and rule over your every breath. So if
In order for a Mother, a Woman or a Lady
To live, to be King, Queen or poet
She must ignore the light and ignore
The dark and do what must be done
In her own shade of glory.
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This is a take on a mother who had a miscarriage, and her perspective on abortion.
Artwork: In the Absence of Angels Mixed-media painting by Vin Dantes
ESTÁS LEYENDO
The Book of Fantastical Confusion
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