Zabytko from Ghost Pipe by Tamalyn Miller

ZABYTKO / THE FORGETTING

On a summer’s day so fair
I fell into a cave
I landed in a serpents’ lair
and Winter like the grave

Their Queen she took me as her own
She fed me from a flaming stone
She gifted me the tongue of herbs
But I must never say one word

Oh Zabytko, your name is on my lips
Oh Zabytko, I’ll tell the one I’ll kiss

When spring warmed the earth anew
The snakes writhed in their cave
A ladder from their bodies made
For me to climb onto

I left the dark and entered spring
With secret skill and wortcunning
When asked to name the silvered herb
Betrayed the Queen with just one word

Oh Zabytko, your name is on my lips
Oh Zabytko, I’ll tell the one I’ll kiss

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