The father waits beyond his mind
Afraid of what his gaze may find
The nurse prefers to be kind
and Opens the blind.
A terrifying lance of light!
May God protect me from this sight.
But God is kind
Or I am blind
Can't See a damn thing
With no One in the room
To explain this
unexplainable Doom
The son lies dead
Or not dead
I forget.
Those terrible
Lights moving
When he cannot
And he cannot
Like I cannot,
So I don't, I just stand-
Those terrible scars.
(I hate cars.)
There is no blame.
The young prince
Will awake in the
Spring
Mountains over water.
But who will bring
His Crown?
Who will hold
His Robe?
Who will lay him down
and who will call him cold?
I cannot.
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