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!
