Born a Sacrifice

The classic tale Centuries-old through self-owned reliance a hero rises from the cold But Within these chapters carefully hidden Upon the pages where this story is written Between the lines is the story untold Of the acts of love by the willfully forfeited soul Born a sacrifice Meant to be consumed A life never lived Born to be used Created as a vessel To hold an elixir of love Collected from the wounds of Shredded palms That rest in the hands refusing gloves Dripping now is the nurturer's light flowing into the mouths Of the ones emptied of fight Stricken By hunger And ready to die Now Fully replenished And brought back to life They begin to Forge fables Of a strength they found inside And rising from the ashes Upon the pedestal, they climb The sacrifice forgotten Lost within a selfish mind In the chest of the sacrifice Cruelly rests the hero's knife The selfless lover Cursed to survive the bearer of breaths who mended their bones And stitched their flesh Born to forgive Gifted madness In order to live Upon the light to balance the world they feast From the chalice holding the elixir they drink Born a sacrifice Through empathetic eyes they see Those born an empath Once called eaters of sin Ache from your pain Without wearing your skin Feel your soul Without wearing your shoes Takes on your shame Carries your abuse For your freedom they lovingly give Every morsel of what makes them, them A Century-old book bleeds a tale Upon pages forever soaked from the carvings of the sharpest quell In Blood, a love story is wrote Hidden between the lines dwells The words ceasing to bespoke Of the giver who always gave And the hero who only took