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Day 6: Spy

@tamlinweek

I present an amateur's attempt at a poem

The Cauldron's Gift

Welcome, young prince

I have granted you life

To the High Lord of Spring

And his beautiful wife

I know it’s all new

But I’m frankly annoyed

So much wailing at things

That should be enjoyed

I have selected your genes

After quite the reflection

Your strength and your stamina

Are utter perfection

Of all of the courts

You live in the Spring

You could do so much worse

Than flowers and green

You really should thank me

I’ve done quite a lot

Who cares if your mother’s 

A miserable sot

Who cares if your father

Is mean as a snake

At least he understands

That I give and I take

I have chosen for you

Out of all he has sired

The birthright of High Lord

Which is highly admired

You don’t want it? You’re kidding

You ungrateful swine

You’re just like your mother

Who won’t thank the divine

How dare you deny

What I gave you at birth

Well now mommy dearest

Is dead in the earth

Are you ready to listen 

Are you quite done with the sorrow

Don’t look at me that way

You’ll feel better tomorrow

In loss can be growth

In pain can be learning

Forget about springtime

It’s the season of learning

You’ll never be less

Than what I decide

You don’t have a choice

You’re strapped in for the ride

The fiddle again

You’ve got to be joking

You act like a peasant

It’s truly provoking

The lesser fae too

They are naught but your pawns

I made sure of it, prince

You’re the gold to their bronze

You really don’t get it

A slow learner I guess

But I tire of the lessons

Here comes the test

I’ve had quite enough

Now is the time

I gave you your worth

Now give me what’s mine

You’ve fought tooth and nail

But you know in the end

The Cauldron rules all

The Cauldron always wins

So worship me, Tamlin

Prostrate to my might

Give in to your fate

My submission for Day 5 of @tamlinweek!!!