a fairy tale no

your voices are still loud.
the water is quiescent and warm.
but, there is no canticle for you
to applaud.

a new baby is born.
so long the eyes that used to not see.
the breeze is soothing yet too dramatic.

where are you now?
can you hear my heart out?
it is not beating for you no longer.
for it is a drum for another melody.

you've been too hungry.
i thought i'd never run;
though i know it is a melancholy.

as the sea gives lives to the fish,
you will still be there with your dish.
as there are reasons for your sorrow,
i really hope that it worths for your regale tomorrow.

i am still the thane of Iota.
i am invincible.
stake me in the heart and i shall live to still forgive you.

false alarum no.
it is still a go.

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