Lascaille's Shroud - A Cruel & Quiet Sacrifice I

The inevitable rot of pain
Festering beneath her eyes
A forced smile, forcing a laugh
A little piece of her falls away

And all our pain inextricably linked
To a thread of suffering without end

Beyond the sands an empire dies
Beyond the sands madness infests

An empire hears her cries beyond the stars
Beyond the sand her tears salt their tongue
Drawn in by the scent of her wounds

Whispering to her, reality slips away
Cooing in their ears with sweet-scented words

Promising relief she knows cannot be true
A hand across her belly, reassuring

Exhausted by the weight of intimate pain
Burdened by a loss felt across the stars
To be vulnerable is a luxury
They mistake for weakness

Like countless women who came before her
The choices she makes are cruelly unfair

And yet she will make it
Because no one else will

The inevitable rot of pain
Festering beneath her eyes
A forced smile, forcing a laugh
A little piece of her falls away

All our pain inextricably linked
Towering agony in ruinous fields
Beyond the sands an empire dies
Beyond the sands a cruel and quiet sacrifice