honor, by eleanor maslen Subscribe to rss feed for eleanor maslen

A child lost in hide away places
dreaming of love of calm gently faces

soon to be an angel torn from life
for his father is evil and carries a knife

the boy has no hope as he pleads with this man
who preys on a child at his waist does he stand

but his father knows not of the laws of mercy
as i close my eyes from what i see before me. 
Posted: 2012-12-16 16:59:42 UTC

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