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The king ran inside
He looked at his son
his eyes went wide
The baby had hair
the color of milk
His body was healthy
soft as silk
Still the father was frozen
He did nothing but stare
at the white of his lashes
and the white of his hair
You’ve birthed an old man
was all he could say
This child is cursed
and he tore him away
The mother then cried
The babe did, too
He cried in the way
babes often do
Amid protests and screams
that terrible king
strapped the child to his back
and did a terrible thing
He climbed a mountain
his arms growing stiff
Left the baby to die
at the top of a cliff
The wind was screaming
the child was, too
He screamed in the way
