Poetry, Quill


I’ll write my name,

In tainted blood,

Upon the walls,

Of your memory,

So never does,

A day come,

My name forgotten,

From your memory,

A kinship formed,

In history,

Sealed by the blood,

I; the lamb,

For you’ll cherish me,

A bit too much,

As I wander the walls,

Inside your mind,

You’ll forget me,

And when you read,

My name again,

Sealed by the blood,

I; the lamb,

You’ll remember me,

To your heart,

I’ll find a way,

Guided by our history.

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