Come Back, Young

I burned cities, tongues, violent unspun angels
my father heard me as did our love of mother
they’d both dozed a few of my danger ages
we wrung and won them closer, close as any other

Just like angels to switch sides, ’cause always right
things you fear, I hear, walking home with the Dark
but next morn’, your bets and angels off, flying
stealing, dropping hearts, one’s beacon twice as sharp

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