Get with it, Snow.
Don’t succumb.
There is no prince
Bound to come.
Your dwarves
Keep falling away;
And you must make
The last ones stay.
They need rest
From the mine.
Give them hope.
Give them time.
The witch is here,
With her apple.
“Dear,
It’ll just make
All things clear.
This is no time
To stand and fight,
Do what is right:
Go ahead. Just bite.”
He meant nothing to me –
Except he was your father
Who turned you away
For being gay.
You did all you could
And I know you would;
Because that’s who you are.
Suffering teaches you
The value of death.
Seeing you do,
What needs to be done,
Breaking a pot,
Taking turns around the fire,
Lifting the water
And the clarified butter,
Like the body of your father,
Like I had done a few years ago,
Made me weep.
Abscesses linger
Of abandonment.
Wounds that have cut too deep
Don’t allow the momentum
Of life to fall back into joy.
You will leave by morning,
For duty, a calling
And a new suffering,
Time has chosen to employ.
I said I loved you
And I brought you into my world
You said you loved me
And later, gave me up for yours.
It just goes to show
What love makes one lose,
When its dimensions
Cannot help one choose.
Hearts Still Care 
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