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Cat in the Cradle

Heart of a lion
More yours than mine
And yet you hold
within that pale hand,
the beating heartstring
of a dragon
and of a serpent.
Is thou satisfied?
Is thou not fulfilled?
So shall you wither
and die if not
for the bloodied
cores that you own.
Your palm trembles...
Can you not bear the weight?
Are the nuclei of our bodies
too much?
Can you not come to the fact
that they are yours
to do as you will?
Is the power too much?
Does it scare you?
Never fear, young one
Though the crimson blood
that covers your flesh,
you are not tainted!
Your hands are not
bloodied by corrupt power.
You hold those hearts with great care
and with great love.
Never fear, young one
We are with you
Through thick, through thin
Through better, through worse
Through life, through death
We are with you
As sure as the sun and the moon
As sure as the silver spoon
We are with you,
young cat in the cradle.