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He was his Mother’s son
Who made promises in vain
Through a wide over bitten smile
She sought refuge from rage
Though it grew in her all the while

He was a red flag carnival
Full of hate and despair
Things she could never fix
She was a lost soul full of desire
Just inside the betwixt

He was quick with his blame; heavy handed control
Her flesh was soon purple and grey
Youth in her was rage
Lonely attention seeking
Dragging an empty hand across his gilded cage

They were never to be
No blossom of love was found
Absorbed into the others darkness
Pain was the conduit
Wearing that ring that bound