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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