Above me glides the moon, Ixchel Below, my throat a shattered bell My lineage? Briar’s twisted cope Each branch a child who chose the rope Hear now the thorn-song, serpent-spell The lullaby we dread to tell The noose now blooms where once love clung The ghosts: The fruit of my cursed tongue The serpents come, my rightful heirs To kiss my cheeks with venom’s tears They writhe in rhymes I taught them well In love we dig our own damned hell The owls alone decode the cry That grinds the stars to mourning sigh This wild lament that rends the night Is not a blade… but burial rite Older than the first grave’s thaw The dirge that gods forged into Law It hums the note that ends all song The mother lives… the child gone The requiem before the scream The wound outlives the narrow seam The love that gnaws its own cruel chain The howl that always was her name
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Taken from Embers Ashes by MindsGaming which can be found on Wattpad wattpad.com/story/376596018-embers-ashes https://youtu.be/ozNDTJlMb0M
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