The mother

Broken rains under a hallowed grey
Be spared from the wrath
Of the deity called fate
We pray
Behind her painted smile
Inside the caverns
Of soul and entity
Lounge her demons servile
Upon her shining son
Lie her eyes pensive
In them a lucid warmth
In them a docile benison
In them a tactile hope
Through them a
A sunrise crimson
The fleeting future
Now in reach

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