Mother's unwanted hatchling
Such a foul ugly duckling
Curdled the milk
From the breast you were suckling
Spent the night on the street
Whenever you pissed your sheets
By age nine the cobbles
Felt more like home
The fog's gentle fingers lighter than gossamer
Settle you down to some semblance of sleep
With a dirty rapscallion as a willing companion
While her mother pleased sailors
With her threepenny smile
Oh What did you see On the cusp of a dream?
What did you wake when your nails cut in deep?
Oh What did you see through your narcotic dream?
What did you take when your blade cut in deep?
Oh What did you feel through your necrotic dream?
What soul did you take when the spite cut in deep?
Tonight they'll be sorry
For you will rise, changed
They'll flee the reprisals
The rage of the newborn red dragon
That we once saw as pitiful, piss-soaked and weak
Mother's unwanted hatchling
Such a foul ugly duckling
Curdled the milk
From the breast you were suckling
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