Presumptous and fat.
He dined on honeyed bat.
While seated upon a carriage.
Gracing through Sharin wettened by lamentations.

Scarred by **** and pillage.
It was once a tender village.
Gone unnoticed through political necessity.

I'd jam this blade through his heart and be silent with him.
If song hadn't held me down at the waist.
So I swallowed disgrace with shame watching me.
Trembling inside his shadow.