"It
wasn't my wounds that needed healing...I'm a different person now. I've found
peace in the light of the Seven. You can too. They watch over all of us, ready
to dole out mercy, or justice. Their world is at hand."
―Lancel to Cersei Lannister
The
Light of the Seven
Not
the wounds
That
need healing
Not
the slurs
That
keep repeating
The
cuts
Still
bleeding
What
lies within
Inside,
beneath
That
lurks
Unending.
Nothing
left,
Not
the
Contrite
Abrasions
Never
ceasing,
The
lesions
Entrenched,
scarring.
Nothing
but this,
A
tempest
Mundane,
garish
The
loud constant
Unyielding.
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