Cradle of life, Cradle it well. Essence of youth, Blossomed heart. Life is the first hard truth. A mirrored veil. Child of sunlight, Beacon of being Dashed to the jaws of the collective, They feast on imagined kingdoms. Muted origin, Unspoken fear… Twist like withered vines, Over a nourished soul. Drinking greedily from the cup. - J.R. Bastion