He was one of the Unwanted.
A small child wandering lonely,
Born of lust and deceit,
Born a mistake and left for the wolves,
In search of what others call Home.
Drawn to a relic of abandonment
Fully lit by the full, orange moon
He toddled to the solace of cold stone
And lay himself down to sleep.
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