Scorn

I begged the men to disappear that night I begged them all to leave my girl alone I pleaded on my knees and tried to fight But to the judge, her fate was set in stone She looked at me in panic as they fled The guards just spat, she was accused of theft They stripped her naked in the streets of dread And beat my girl until her soul had left When dust turned clear the guards thеn set me free I ran to her and raisеd her twitching head Her emerald eyes still pierced through me Until I knew my little girl was dead My little girl was dead I took her from that wretched place of scorn Through the crowd, within my arms I carried her And dreamt of when her gentle heart was born Once at home, I cleaned and dressed and buried her They never saw the terror in her face They took my girl because they could Day and night I wish to take her place As any other honest father would I once believed the gods were meant to serve Not some hounds that crave young flesh to take They promised safety that we all deserve And yet the body, mind and soul still break The more I age I feel my time is near And soon, at last, I will join her in rest A decade passed and still I hear The echo of her cracking chest