Fallen Child

Ranju Mamachan
Aug 23, 2017 · 1 min read

Weyrling,

a shard,

a knife,

flung from the sky,

pierces the earth.


Weyrling,

fury and executioner,

nurses his wounds,

in the wooded lands

of Tophet.


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