Arcane-Gel - The Shadow of that Tree

He paved his own road to become a man
His father was a red flag, an unlucky hand
Distance gave perspective he could understand
He felt the breeze of flight under his mother's span
Above the shadow of that tree
He catches his mother's eyes, pry into his soul
And wonders if she sees that monster smiling at those windows
Scared to be the remnants of a bad dream
Or the echoes that remain of his dad's screams
He unravels genes, emotions and memories
In search of anything remotely hereditary
Their DNA that weaves the same, venom through his veins
He liberated from, severing that second name
Hugs can constrict, starve you of breath
Held hands, can pull apart... clench
See he watched that tall oak communicate with branches
Clasped around throats, hopes go unanswered
Soaked up hurt, grew cold and alert
In order to clean , a sponge must know dirt
He refused to be lowered by that label of a father's son
Raised by an angel, moonlit in martyrdom
He paved his own road to become a man
His father was a red flag, an unlucky hand
Distance gave perspective he could understand
He felt the breeze of flight under his mother's span
Above the shadow of that tree
Somewhere in the trenches...of his adolescence
Stood a door between him and a wolf's aggression
It unsettled him, wrestling who to let in
To wonder was that claw war, or protection
Affection and acceptance can't be quantified
2.4 summarises, why he feels so ostracised
In a picket fence village from a wholesome road
Street lamps flicker over broken homes
Alone he'd escape into chords and keys
Where he could be more than just fallen leaves
He found father figures in those figurines
Had dreams they'd smash his unease into smithereens
A jigsaw with a missing piece struggles with its imaging
Until he found colours to fill within that lineage
He refuses to be lowered by that label of a father's son
Raised by an angel, moonlit in martyrdom
He paved his own road to become a man
His father was a red flag, an unlucky hand
Distance gave perspective he could understand
He felt the breeze of flight under his mother's span
Above the shadow of that tree

Written by:
Antony Castiello

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