Of last night's dream
Was that you that snared my dreams last night?
Or I who stumbled into yours?
So bleak and terrifying,
crumbling and cold.
You, of all, ought to know better
than to cage a mal'ach
than to bind her rozor-feather wings.
You are not as invulnerable as you think.
None there are can bind me
With Daddy's sword
And Papa's stars
And Mommy's ban-sidhe scream.
Until now, I have withheld myself
On account of positions
and lines I never wish to cross
But this will not happen again.
Be warned,
and let us be
as we have let you.