Child of Night

[~Aoria-sama~]

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It begins with silence, and it has no warning,

an inferno bringing the kettle to its whistle.

Contents contaminated with vipers venom scorning,

Maiming, claiming, like a guided missile.

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Tearing apart everything in its path,

The venomous kettle left combusted.

Nothing to quell the quake of its wrath,

Destroying all that which it was entrusted.

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“Why do you not hate me?” 

Asks the kettle, distraught from the impact.

“Because you don’t see what I see.”

They respond, as matter of fact.

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The viper bites at what does not keep distance,

But the kettle holds its toxin.

Repaired by stranger’s persistence,

Whistling when anyone new walks in.

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You can’t destroy a kettle that was repaired with steel.

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