I stand like a scarecrow amid a field of dying dreams
Chasing away the nightmares circling like a murder of crows
Sent to peck the eyes from the newly fallen heros
As bleeding hearts pour to the open lips of the goddess
She turns her back ignoring her own blessings
Leaving her children to the vices of wolves and ravens
I stand frozen watching her fly away
Weeping love letters onto the canvas of flesh
That fall into a pile of discarded bones and feather
There is a sign in the distance that reads
“To Thy Own Self Be True”
But it falls only in the sight of the blind
While deaf ears only hear their own chatter
Whaling into the winds of change
Knowing they’ll never change anything
Because they refuse to change their own minds
Leaving their children to the vices of wolves and ravens
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