There were two treasures
In my house,
You took them both,
Knowing their true worth.
Their gold and their bronze
Tarnished
In the darkness of your night.
You dulled the cutting edge
Of their development
Behind the secure bars
Of your jealousy.
You stopped their wisdom
Growing through freedom.
You told them they were safe
But held them prisoner
In the web of your deceit,
Raging at those who would
Free them from your servitude.
Covetous as an icy dragon
You warmed your cold heart
On the flames of their youth
And hid from the world
Their rightful glory.
Josephine Dunn - 5th September 2009
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