When I saw that shine of silver
That gleam like only We can remember
From back in the day
When We would get carried away in Our plays
And the witch that's been chasing Me for so long
Is My own flesh and blood princess of The Red Lion's Pride
Our family crest painted in Our warrior's blood,
Splattered over what lies
The Copper undertone of what could be once upon a dream
And you're the silver that arms my mail coating.
And I had one arm deep into the Void from which We came
That I should never lose you.
And you will always have Me
And If My Soul isn't already complete,
The radiance you've shown to Us and the world
Is well worth it's weight in precious metals of silver, platinum, and gold
This monster that turned to chase you on that day,
You marked beneath this eye,
The scar that deemed Me the wanderer,
For the pages thrown, I've had to ride 'cross realms and stories and tides,
Just for the chance to find You deep inside yourself, this time and again.
And hug You and tell You
"Everything is going to be alright"
And don't forget to pray,
For paradise is already in our sights
And look around You my precious, baby sister;
There never again has to be such fears and pain
In a reality You've helped paint so pure as white as snow
To take our bow at the curtain call
We sure put on one hell of a show)
©palewriter
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