Last Wishes
Your
last
wishes
assumed all
would go glass-smooth.
But forests are dark places,
and your children are no longer innocent.
Calming
seas
mask storms.
I now shed
my obligation.
So pour your wrath down from above
on
me.
Your heirs
scorn me too.
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