AUGUST TENTH
A half-blood prince two oceans made
Under equator sun & Irish shade
Guileless and silent as minds of babes.
Under shadow and umber lies forsook
Son, first born, in American hooks
Touched by Flash of Fire, eye of goddess sees
Through darkness & secrecy, wakes his love,
Entangled in conspiracies, the lion's cub.
Night and light of day, all kingdom come…
These times and wars, our world in hell,
Heaven remade from stolen fates, the Lion's tale…
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