Child of the Matador - Chalice

Thirteen years

Inside your play

To rise one day

And find you dead

The world had fled

With much unsaid

My last paternal kiss

Thirteen years

I missed your touch

I missed so much

A life unfurled

That hand you held

That child you hurled

Against a razor fence

In mine eyes such hate did shine

Devoid of knowledge, ill-defined

Nurtured in protective lies

There is no conquest in demise

Nineteen years

Outside your play

I broke that day

And rose to feel

The distance heal

Drift now in peace

My last paternal kiss

A life unfurled

That hand you held

That child you hurled

Against a razor fence