A/N: Please note that I haven't read The Wake, and so therefore have no knowledge of whether or not Hippolyta Hall comes back into the picture (as it were) -I wrote this quite soon after reading Kindly Ones. Also, deepest apologises to anyone was unfourtunate enough to find my drabble 'The thin line in fruitloops' - I am now considerably better informed. Apologises to lady Delirium, for that matter, also.
The Flight of Lyta Hall
My hair is snarled in knots
Like steel cobwebs in the edges of my mind
It's uncombed, unkempt for days now
How long was I asleep?
My son, my son, they TOOK MY SON
Not that it matters, not any more
The witch told me what I did
Spared no detail,
Remorseless, unforgiving
Liken to the purveyors of my deed
Deadlights in her eyes
I run now
Like a rat, panicked in its cage
I understand too well
What did I do?
Dare not think,
I dare not feel
Too afraid to face my hunters:
Madness
Grief
Hate and truth,
Wings and claws and teeth
I don't wanna die
She won't be pleased
I understand now, what I did.
Oh yes
I understand too well.
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