Trial of Sight
Part Fifteen
“Remember this?â€Â
Grandma asks, pulling out a silver blade
“Huntsman custom fashioned this for you
upon the bidding of your father
It is the only gift that I can offer for your fightâ€Â
Cara gripped the handle,
weapon of her youth
Remembering she lost it
the night a Wolf drug her into his den
“Oh, my little Cara Crimson
My little Red
I know that I will never
stifle your vengeance
And for the crimes done against you
I would never ask toâ€Â
Cara let down her head
‘Goddess what am I to do?’
-With this poem, and AMY G’s response to the last, the secret should be out… nut if you cannot see then I ain’t telling’ ya!
Blessed Be in Love and Light and Silver Songs, Siren
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