Nostrum

You are a dulcet dream,
A savannah's scream,
The pale reflection
Of a moonlight beam.

You were a herald’s cry,
A mother’s sigh,
The genuflection
In a father’s eye.

You will be a sign,
Between beast and divine,
The last protection
Of a dwindling line.

You are not well,
Rings out the knell.
You bear the mark
Of the one who fell.

You were never born,
No death to mourn.
You were only a spark
From a world torn.

You will not see
Who it is to be.
You will wed the dark,
Lay with misery.

A vassal's defection,
A choice made stark,
A cloudy projection,
A rainbow's arc.

No matter what
We strive to know,
Our shadows yet fall
On the earth below.