under the coldness of marble

mournful and tremulous warbles

of obscured figures of circumstances

unborn children denied first glances

beyond the coldness of their core

gift of the mother they abhor

resentment and murderous fire

the fear of a promethean desire

when everything grows apart

when everything goes silent but your heart

when dreams are so close to reach

when your mouth only knows to screech

remember with certain death life arise

even when your glory brings many cries

remember one day you’ll have to die

and in your place another will lie