Sparkatale

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The martyr sees the fire burn

Below his aching feet,

The villain sees the pain

No mortal soul deserved,

The victim sees the plan

That evil days designed,

The ghost sees lingering traces

Of a life that cannot be. 

But see, oh frozen one,

The road behind you,

See the pain that flowed

From hands uncaring,

And see the victims lining

All the road that lies behind,

The hands outstretched in forgiveness,

And hearts that long to heal. 

30/4/19