Remnants: II. The Insolent Purity

Mother’s hands once held the dawn,  
Warm as sunlight, soft as song.  
She loved him fierce, believed his vow—  
Till the Kaiser cast us out.

I was small when she first smiled at me,  
Kneeling in the garden, wild and free.  
“Seraphine, my little star,” she’d say,  
“Even shadows hold their own bright way.”

Rozetria came to play beneath the trees,  
We braided flowers, laughed on summer breeze.  
Sisters almost, hand in hand we were one,  
Before the crown divided who we’d become.

Mother was his light before the kaiserin,  
His secret flame, his hidden dream.  
But that vixen hellhound whispered poison sweet,  
“Cast out the whore, make the line complete.”

He banished us at dawn with guards in black,  
No farewell, no mercy, no turning back.  
Mother clutched me tight against the rain,  
Still whispering love for the man who caused her pain.

I loved her more than breath or bone,  
She died in rags, still calling him “home.”  
Her final breath forgave the blade he sent—  
But I drank that sorrow, every cent!

Hatred kept me breathing through the cold,  
Through hunger nights, through streets of gold.  
Mother’s ghost lives fierce inside my veins—  
I’ll make him pay for all her pains!

Years of filth, of begging, of the knife,  
I learned to smile while sharpening life.  
I cut my hair, I changed my name,  
Slipped back as servant, shadow, flame.

No one saw the bastard in the hall,  
I walked the corridors where I used to fall.  
I watched Rozetria bloom in stolen light,  
While Mother’s memory burned through every night.

Mother loved him till her dying sigh,  
I love her still beneath this blackened sky!  
The Kaiser betrayed us for a purer bed—  
Now I’ll paint his empire bloody red!

Rozetria smiled with me once, long ago,  
But blood remembers what the heart won’t show.  
I slipped inside, unseen, unchained—  
To end the line that left us stained.

Mother… I carry you in every scar,  
Your forgiveness was your fatal star.  
I’ll never forgive, I’ll never bend—  
Seraphine lives… to make it end.

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Mother’s hands once held the dawn, Warm as sunlight, soft as song. She loved him fierce, believed his vow— Till the Kaiser cast us out. I was small when she first smiled at me, Kneeling in the garden, wild and free. “Seraphine, my little star,” she’d say, “Even shadows hold their own bright way.” Rozetria came to play beneath the trees, We braided flowers, laughed on summer breeze. Sisters almost, hand in hand we were one, Before the crown divided who we’d become. Mother was his light before the kaiserin, His secret flame, his hidden dream. But that vixen hellhound whispered poison sweet, “Cast out the whore, make the line complete.” He banished us at dawn with guards in black, No farewell, no mercy, no turning back. Mother clutched me tight against the rain, Still whispering love for the man who caused her pain. I loved her more than breath or bone, She died in rags, still calling him “home.” Her final breath forgave the blade he sent— But I drank that sorrow, every cent! Hatred kept me breathing through the cold, Through hunger nights, through streets of gold. Mother’s ghost lives fierce inside my veins— I’ll make him pay for all her pains! Years of filth, of begging, of the knife, I learned to smile while sharpening life. I cut my hair, I changed my name, Slipped back as servant, shadow, flame. No one saw the bastard in the hall, I walked the corridors where I used to fall. I watched Rozetria bloom in stolen light, While Mother’s memory burned through every night. Mother loved him till her dying sigh, I love her still beneath this blackened sky! The Kaiser betrayed us for a purer bed— Now I’ll paint his empire bloody red! Rozetria smiled with me once, long ago, But blood remembers what the heart won’t show. I slipped inside, unseen, unchained— To end the line that left us stained. Mother… I carry you in every scar, Your forgiveness was your fatal star. I’ll never forgive, I’ll never bend— Seraphine lives… to make it end.

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