#kindrie
She’s gelded you, boy
That familiar cry
Runs through your mind
Insistently weaving in
Tainting your mood always
Souring your disposition
So that you, even you
Who is so patient
Slams down a cup
Losing your tolerance
With him, your cousin
And still she has broken you
She has and she steals
Pries away your men and women
Breaking your hold
Attacking your character
All that you are
Brier Iron-thorn, a name lost
A name stolen by her
And she has gelded you, boy
But you, no longer so patient
You wrote a note
And now you wait
Your raving barely contained
I am not gelded, Father
Nov 16, 2017
Nov 16, 2017 at 1:39 PM UTC
Hail Argentiel-Incarnate
The Face of Preservation as It Looks
The Bastard-legitimate, Soul-walker
Dream-seer, Life-mender
Healer and priest, cousin
Sooth our souls
Mend our minds
Record our remembrances
Be the hidden one
And teach us the same
Be the reasoned one
And teach us the same
The Knorth Kindrie, One of the Three
Nov 15, 2017
Nov 15, 2017 at 12:12 PM UTC