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Upon stolen sand

When you come, I'll bathe you  
in the holy water of a lionness  
stalking in the blackness  
of a harsh, slumbering Sun.  

As you come upon your prized pyre,
offering the embers of oldest fires,
burning the paws of my beast brutally,  
singing retellings under our shared Moon, I growl and hiss and spit at you.  
 
In this wasteland, where we roar our truths from mountaintop,  
for the ones before and the ones to come, and the ones that never were,
I weep.  
 
#MayaAngelou
Written by ImperfectedStone (The Gardener)
Published | Edited 27th Feb 2019
Author's Note
Based on 'When you come' by Maya Angelou
All writing remains the property of the author. Don't use it for any purpose without their permission.
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