As the volcano’s
Fiery river dissolves
Ashes to the wind resolves,
The one logical choice to be made
To prevent the loss of another by blade,
For all the love and all the might
Were not enough to undo the blight.
Aware that the wrong child could die,
Sent to their death with a stealth-told lie,
The sureness of wind, the spirit of water,
The sizzling wrath to thwart the slaughter
To hold on now by letting go
Hoping that the child knows
The sun shines on forever.
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