Days in a week

for the day
they were born
there was celebration

each with his own
demon and his
own god

a curse
that makes
immortal
of dying things

and so they grew
strong and wild
weak and meek

they were so different.

one was loved
the others were not

three were worshipped
the others were good
days to
die.

we can’t all be favourite
things

not all seven
of us

some days
are borne
burdens

some are
dying things

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