Chalice. Child Of The Mantador. Zeneszám

Thirteen years
Inside your play
To rise one day
And find you dead
The world had fled
With much unsaid
My last paternal kiss

Thirteen years
I missed your touch
I missed so much

A life unfurled
That hand you held
That child you hurled
Against a razor fence

In mine eyes such hate did shine
Devoid of knowledge, ill-defined
Nurtured in protective lies
There is no conquest in demise


Nineteen years
Outside your play
I broke that day
And rose to feel
The distance heal
Drift now in peace
My last paternal kiss

A life unfurled
That hand you held
That child you hurled
Against a razor fence