Everyone in the citadel knew it was evil
They felt it in the air
A hum like music
But it hurt
It hissed and told its story in every ear
Making them remember they were not one
The city needed them divided
It wanted to overuse them
And grow itself
The hares were out in moors playing blindly
Yet the mechanical flowers bloomed
Towered until the light was blotted out
Until the sun was broken, the sun was angry
And the tyranny of moonlight resolved the question of whether the mistake was worthwhile
A thousand times over, yes
Though forgotten, the dark memory of that lost lifetime haunted their dreams
Told them there was something to pray for
Held them in the arms of its invisible promise
Coaxing them back together again
Everyone in the citadel knew it was evil
They felt it in the air
A hum like music
But it hurt
It hissed and told its story in every ear
Making them remember they were not one
The city needed them divided
It wanted to overuse them
And grow itself
The hares were out in moors playing blindly
Yet the mechanical flowers bloomed
Towered until the light was blotted out
Until the sun was broken, the sun was angry
And the tyranny of moonlight resolved the question of whether the mistake was worthwhile
A thousand times over, yes
Though forgotten, the dark memory of that lost lifetime haunted their dreams
Told them there was something to pray for
Held them in the arms of its invisible promise
Coaxing them back together again
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Protection spell balaclava
£30.00
Hand airbrushed balaclava for winter protection. Made for hearts learning to fly.