POEM · 3:45am Jun 23rd, 2017
-Changeling punishment after the Invasion
One wrong move your on your chest
Another wrong move your Going to your death
Change your chitin and pray for health
Hope and hide to avoid fury of the hunters
The hands of the mother hold you tight
The hoof's of another hold with love And Bright Light's
Should you end that night
I'm her to let you know that everything is ok
They find you in your lowest
Brought before the sun for judgment