Orphan Song -

Liege and lord, whom I’ve abhored, I do entreat, I do

Adjure: Liege and lord, restore my child to me.

Lord and

Liege, with bleakest grief, am I beset, so I beseech:

Lord and liege, restore my child to me.

Liege and lord,

Whom I’ve ignored, now I do plead, and I implore: Liege

And lord, restore my child to me.

Lord and liege, my

Broken plea, with broken throat, for clemency: Lord and

Liege, restore my child to me.

Restore into my hands the

Orphan baby I abandoned!

The tiny light whose life I

Could not save!

For in the very blood that binds us lives

The gravity that grinds us to our graves!

Lord of pain,

Suzerain, the useless sun, it shines again: Lord of pain,

Restore my child to me.

Lord of war, manticore, source of

All fallacious lore: Lord of war, restore my child to me.

Lord of death, monolith, a feather drifts on my wasted

Breath: Lord of death, restore my child to me.

Restore

Into my hands the orphan baby I abandoned!

The tiny light

Whose life I could not save!

For in the very blood that

Binds us lives the gravity that grinds us to our graves!

But I swear that I’ll unearth the fraud with crooked

Hands that work like God to manifest illusions of control

—that the liege and lord disguises in indifferent suns

That rise upon our souls!