Author's Note: For arcaladiwoompa on AO3.
The Thirteenth Prince Marayam of Kakin,
The second of Sevanti, seventh wife,
Of tender age, you're free of any sin
But that inherited through royal strife.
You board the whale with hamsters in your hands,
Naive to other beasts the Seed Urn bore.
In quarters you transport past war's demands,
You play while guarded by a ghostly boar.
It swells as tensions mount and people die,
Including your sole sibling of full blood,
Who's strangled as she sleeps and can't defy
Her fate as preordained by a cruel god.
With spikes and thorny vines, you ward away
All that can threaten adulthood's delay.