Chrysalis: The Day My Soul Grew Fangs

Impassioned words ring hollow
When my child's life demands
Deeds I cannot fathom.

Though I distrust this tuition,
Your instructions slither beneath my ears.
Though I disclaim this vision,
Your promise burns my heart of ash.
Though I disdain your death,
The choice bedevils me.

Fate demands a leap from ivory
As honor bleeds from burning eyes.

No girlish healer come to touch and cure,
This preacher of Life now studies Murder.
Equals now! -in power and shame;
The day has come: we end this game.