Slave to the ashes

Destitute

Isolated

Another victim to the fall

If you had seen what I’d seen

Constantly stealing your culture,

Never sorry

Only sleeping

Why can’t you be my prize,

Slipping slowly into twighlight

Earth pounding beneath my hunted feet,

Crying unnoticed in squalor,

I had loved you

You refrained

Cured from the stammer of love