Two Lambs

Once upon a herd, two lambs grazed.

One younger, both innocent, unscathed.

The Shepard watches carefully over his flock,

Having to keep the two lambs apart.


The older scorns and kicks the younger,

Mocks and punches taints her plunder.

Then the elder runs off to die,

Guilt eating away along with the monster inside. 


The mother pulls her back, yet fighting remains, 

There is no peace to this very day.

The younger tries to walk by the Shepard, 

While the elder begs her to run.


The younger is safe there, the elder with wolves,

The mother behind the younger, 

Between the two little fighting foals, 

The Shepard watches the eldest run.


You were a lamb with such perfect wool,

Nobody could see the boils on your soul,

The festering sores under your skin,

Creeping deeper until the pain snuck in.


You were an innocent child I thought I could trust. 

You were a peaceful person I thought was just.

You were older, wiser, you supposedly knew more,

And yet you tore me like a wolf in a sheep's cloak.


You were a magnum opus of young girls, 

The sinless, the spotless, the example pearl.

Out in the sunlight there was not a scratch, 

But behind the door of home you were a witch.


When your soul is good but your actions sour,

And another little lamb look up to your power.

Whether you meant to or not 

Her innocence was completely devoured.


I could barely see your humanity 

Despite how hard I tried, how much I plead.

Yet you left me to rot and told me not to be upset. 

How could I not be after what you did?


Did you know that disease could infect?

Or were you secretly just as innocent?

Did you consider the scars you'd leave on her?

Or were you naïve to the pain you'd unfurl?


Did you ever apologize or try to make amends?

Or did you hide behind time and death?

Did you ever think she mourned who you were?

Even though she never saw through the wrath?


A monster created only makes more 

Unless one aims to thrive instead of survive.

Two different antidotes to the same curse...

One left as a wolf, the other cured.





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