Goodnight Sweet Prince
You stand in the centre of devastation
Calm like the eye of a storm
Catching a slow, slow breath
As your shoulders relax
And your arms droop
You drop the dagger
Put a hand to your eyes
Shut yourself in a
Dark, warm world
Just for a second
Scared to open your eyes again…
Justice metered out
Punishing those who have transgressed
Takes a lot out of you:
Suddenly without fury
Without energy
You are deflated and tiny
Go - find yourself a space
To grow again
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