2003-06-14 - 5:32 p.m.
Dying Day
From flawless preperation
taken centuries to perfect
the ceremony springs forth
with the victim's usual plea
How many have I attended?
Wasn't I there at the start?
Yet in all the lifetimes never
has one pierced my memory's wall Yet I hear screams
I think it is my daughter
She calls my name
I close my eyes
Yet watch her body
thrown upon the altar
She calls my name
She begs through her tears
I guess after some time
I just forgot her
until today
Until today Always head-deep in tradition
since the day the Gods arrived
to our island, small and humble
composed mostly of fear
To their names we pledged a promise
and to us they gave reward
I have since watched kingdoms crumble
without lines upon my face
Yet one in my past position
runs to save his screaming babe
To the ocean flee the traitors
before I have even blinked
And we taste the fire of vengeance
of those now not satisfied
Yet my whole life is not flashing
Just one moment past my eyes I see the face
of my beloved daughter
She feels no pain
ever again
Her drying blood
lies strewn upon the altar
And we will see
fifty more summers
Heaven help me!
I swear that I forgot her
until today
Until today
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