Webbed Feet

Flip the script again
Firmness in chaotic steps
Calm as this implodes

If you watch me fold
Know that is not the real game
Nothing but a dream

Tables overturned
The scene shifting back to home
Friendly frog guarding

Egg will not be lost
For my tongue is a weapon
Hauntingly loyal

Realm shaping holds
No power over these bones
Having slipped before

Let us stay secure
Little one watching the big
Big guarding little

While the walls close in
Back to back I still feel safe
Far, but I feel you

For this fire lights
Possessed by something greater
Than they can surround 

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