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Captive audience

Phantasmic cage

With guardian, we await

Our patron, saint

Arrives unscathed by calamity,

Unburdened by our progeny,

We risked for naught, our pact, forgot

A silver tongue

He could not be saved

A home can’t replace

What’s lost

Recurring nightmare

A subtle change

A specter of stars

The veil of fate

Is torn away, from clouded eyes,

Beneath our home, is where he lies

We risked for naught, our pact forgot

What must be done

He can still be

Saved

We can still re-

Claim

What’s lost