The Scion

you kept my hunger and vengeance
and nurtured it out of proportion
aided the mighty designs of my conscience

my conscience grateful, my heart thankless
i bid you farewell
your might has scorched my guile

i welcomed your lines into my own
in your light my nib shines
dissident is your wit; my pen reclines

tired my soul cant see through the eye
your grit so fake
your body a sham
this camaraderie a lie

softly as i leave you
my quil shaken
the flair lifeless
the spirit fallen