Thanks again to nnozomi for betaing!
Eleven years you let him wander blind,
Cursed to be ordinary yet a freak,
Intending, though, that he be stunned and find
A destiny that nobody would seek.
And half that time you taunted us with traps.
I fancied I could keep you both alive
But all along I should have known, perhaps:
Bees hoard both death and sweetness in their hive.
Still, let the venom of my life declare
I am no coward to fear being stung.
I've lived too long for faith that life is fair,
Too old to think that we might spare the young.
And I don't have the time for feeling sad;
As childhoods go, it's more than many had.