The Wooden Butler’s Son

Leo Castell, Staff

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I never met your son nor knew his name,
but he became my curse, no, my new face,
and helped me find a way to soothe my pain.
You told me how you both would love to race
like leaves blowing across the palace grounds
and how the king’s daughter loved him so much
her heart splintered when he wasn’t around.
His wooden skin felt hard for me to touch
when I discovered what was left of him.
His hollow withered face looked like my own,
but the lights behind his eyes were now dim
and his expression said, “I’m all alone.”
I’m so sorry I couldn’t save your son
even though he helped me save everyone.

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