Happy Birthday, honey; What gift have you bought mommy? A hug, a kiss and some time, For I have not a single dime.
So they play hide and seek, I hear the cacophony of laughs and shrieks, Veiled with love, the grievous pain, He, the ghost, is their only bane.
"MARY! LILY! WHERE ARE YOU?", I see them covered in black and blue, The colors, a few, drown again; As night falls upon the barren plane.
I hear the vile thoughts, the melancholy too; Ecstasy of one, dread for two, Silent pleas, then suppressed screams; Their nightmares, the Devil's daydreams.
Colors the few, gasping for breath, Fall upon the shore, life unleash; I kindle the sparks of battle within, Fiery strings on a broken violin.
One is strength, other her shield, I bow down to their valor in the battlefield, Victory in battle awaits the War, Triumph or Death they swore!
Toiled like Trojans, the toughest winds prevail, Built the Argonaut, far away they have to sail, They fell, savor the earth and rise, They left, with dignity, I surmise.
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