Born of the shadowy green
Flower of desire, devouring dissolute seekers of power
Artistic ambition and sentimental passion
You imbue these things with an obedient appetite
Devoting yourself to master and family
No matter what they might truly be, they are yours
You are the guardian, creating a haven between reality and shadow
Taking on the burden of both so your brothers stay innocent
You’re willing to pay the price of that innocence
Your brothers are no longer willing to watch you pay
Even your master is taken aback by your self-sacrifice
A zeal which could turn upon him for his own sake
My Tool, My Treasure is how he sees you
One is becoming more important than the other
Watching you dwindle, disappear in plain sight
Swallowed by the vortex of good intentions.
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