Broodmother and the breeder.
Lover and the liar.
Outlandish desires arise.
Dancing crimson snowfall swirling around the brood.
Stampede of my precious babies take hold.
Tactful as they may be.
Always the first ones the fall due to naivety.
Too tall of an order for the mightiest of souls.
I will remain.
Caustic and candid.