Emaciated Valor
Come home my sister,
Come home my brother;
Let these dark days be over,
And light shine upon the pathway
That carries you on its back,
To the warming house you know.
A cloaked figure shadows,
Waiting to penetrate into your lifeblood,
And snatch the diadem of jewels
Made of the ivory from an Elephant’s tusks.
The serpent slithers and slinks away
With the magnificent valor you
Regard with pride.
Confined to cages by the slave driver,
Your only mean of survival depends
On subsisting your hunger for
Crooked stimulation.
Entangled in razor-sharp, jagged vines
Is your very core spirit.
Enslaved in entrancement
Straining to submit to the necessities
Of life.
Come home my sister,
My enchanting confidant;
Come home my brother,
My resilient guardian.
I have voyaged the ruined path,
To pull you upon
This bare and emaciated back,
Thrashing you from the evil,
To reach our timeworn home.
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