The Start of Decay

The Bard of FalconiaContemplative

The Wheel of Fate keeps turning It stops for no one You're born and it starts hurting Time starts to run

Light penetrates your vision You feel incomplete Blurry, a color collision Her energy starts to deplete

You cry for the first time Oxygen fills your lungs They clean up all the slime A mother holds her young

Covered in blankets You feel safe She signs a certificate That marks your fate

The Bard of Falconia
SourceLicence:CC BY-ND
Mood:
Contemplative
Topics:
mother, time, fate, birth

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