Liege
a numen preambles our mountain:
reactive aural zigzags,
clad in green warmth
but my Ladybug’s Promise
should be held sacred,
not some vessel for hatred—
that stanza is not libel
but your place is unholy,
steeped in blood I no longer serve.
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such good words in this one