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# untitled sestina

i spoke a name like fire
rinsed in ashes 
and filled up broken glass
until all i could see was war
And the martyrs son
i spoke a name like love

before i knew love 
i knew low fires
burning out, nothing more than ashes
melted down into tempered glass
stained in a temple of war 
i knew the maidens son 

he was a good son
not raised for loyalty and love
he was lightning strike fires
The promise of ashes 
a face pressed against glass
shattering under the drum of war

i have always known war 
born winged, warriors son
built not for love
but for facing the fires
facing the failed ashes
heart cased in unyeilding glass

lightning strikes glass
memories of war
haunt the heart of the son
i have never known the martyr, love 
only open fires 
and the scent of the ashes

after war, after ashes, after fires 
we are glass sons born of love

