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Auburn hair, strong arms, calloused but skilled hands
Breaking imposing mountains into filigree sculptures
Lashes and wrinkles set in stone with awe inspiring precision
Master of your trade, cherished for your work
(Loved by your husband)
An entire universe across your body
So many stars on your skin and jet your eyes shine brighter than all of them together
Your heart, a gentle hearth the colour of your hair
(Formed in in the likeness of your fathers)
Your husband alas is a bright burning supernovae
As beautiful has he is, he will drag you into suffering,
But you knew that from the start, didn’t you?
(Being wise does not mean you don’t make mistakes)
He makes you vanish into the background, he outshines you
And is too blinded by his own light to see the world he is going to lose without you
The world he is taking from his sons
(Or the world you are losing without them)
Seven masterpieces you mourn in the holy lands
Having to witness as they are broken (and burned) by others and by themselves
Knowing that you may never mend them, never see them again
(A mother should never see her children die)
Your skilled hands rests useless in your lap
With your beloved seven your inspiration left you as well
The hearth has been cold since they left
(Nienna keeps you company, a small comfort for eternity)