YOU

warm as the sun..

flailing above the ground in the beating of the drums:

"we pirates don't kill the hostages
they died from their own fear ...

We best roar so we be heard..
well, the butcher was just sick"

the poor thing wondering.. whispering:

"Six fireflies fly in the sky
and they taught me not to fly alone
cuz I'm
a constant drifter

wanna fly high into the sky
but I burst inside, I can't deny

that I'm.. a ground based creature...

But I'm watching you grow...

I watched your light.. every night

I'm watching as you grow..
Basked in your light....."

You...
are fallen from yourselves..
give in on your prey...
You...