Botanical affinities share in essence the possession of loyalty,
Accompaniment through incarnation, through time immemorial.
Down below lie feral dogs, competing with crows
For their share of the dead. Awaiting an end to rites,
Still they haunt the battlegrounds of bloodshed,
Haunting the night of our fallen fathers,
Mothers charred, children hath been sent roaming
Into the wilderness, forever scarred by the moment.
One moment in which love was shaken from the child
As he entered her forest for revenge.
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