Penance

From within

My rotten womb

A plague was set

Upon this world.

The tainted fruit

Of careless dreams,

Blind ideals,

And foolish pride

Has brought the world

Within his grasp;

Forced it to its knees.

That crime was mine.

And I serve my time.

Though not alive,

I cannot die,

Doomed to live

A thousand lives

In this prison,

My own device.

Alone, I bear witness

To so much pain,

But I only have

Myself to blame.

It was my deeds

That wrought these days.

And my penance

I'll gladly pay

For this, the greatest

Of my sins:

The son I loved

With all my heart,

Poisoned by my hand.

A/N:  A little poem from Lucrecia's POV.  Many of you asked for more, so I have obliged.  I hope this one can stand with the others!  R&R please.  I luv you all!