If stars were the way to go,

I would've followed them long ago.

My tale is old, but sadly it's true.

And I don't mean to startle you, when I say

My baby is gone. But sometimes I think of the life she would've had

In a world where Gods fight and the Good

Lose their rights, so sometimes I think

Of the life she would've had.

She would've grown upon the tale of deceit

Oh hear me demons, summon me and reap!

In which the only way she could

Be Queen is if she slaughtered her moral,

Mortal being. They say love runs faster

Than hate, but if my child could love

She would've never escaped

My own. But this was a choice.

To kill or not to kill, to reap

Or not to reap, to breathe or not to, it is your choice

To live and rule over your every breath. So if

In order for a Mother, a Woman or a Lady

To live, to be King, Queen or poet

She must ignore the light and ignore

The dark and do what must be done

In her own shade of glory.

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This is a take on a mother who had a miscarriage, and her perspective on abortion.

Artwork: In the Absence of Angels Mixed-media painting by Vin Dantes