Julian Blackthorn
1 min readJun 12, 2020
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The pain of what is forbidden
The beauty of what he yearns for
The stars will die before she is forgotten
As far away his sister wages his war,
His heart torn in two
What he shows you, are they lies or the truth?
This is not the boy you knew
This is the man who has lived anew,
The weight on those thin shoulders long ago
Hold up a head the bards so long ago, sang about
