Children of Eris
A small child Cries
In Pain and Loss
In Heartless care
With an unknown cost
A minds Sweet game
Of Hope to ration
To get Lost in worlds
Of Compassion
To ease the Heart
Broken shard by shard
By those who should Love
But instead Discard
Then age receives the Blessing
To go off on ones own
But Woe to he who remembers
Life's first stepping stones
The Pain follows
The mind games too
Until they're Gone
Without a thing to do
Help the child
Who Screams from under
Dusty floorboards
and pulls him asunder
His Life was meant
As Miracles go
For Love and Joy
everything so
Hurt not the child
For Sin of thy own
A Love to kindle
Not to be Thrown
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