I should have granted you

Good relations
this one time
On earth

I should have seen it coming
A lifetime ago

But it was
Too soon to call you real

Then I saw you
Walk by

So slow you passed
It was hard to breath

Neath the under-broken
Table

Below the beaten
Hellstorm

She bore two sons
One of fire
The other sun

Both so close to
Burning
The other out

I should have run
To save my life

Always at an end

It would have saved me lot of time
Had I eaten one of you then