Week 40.
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One final rest before the end the world,
Dressing our wounds, do my braid and your curls
Our blades naked
laying there together with our journals flipping pages
So, play me your lyre a bit, my ocarina
Keep the harmony, but I keep my eye upon your fingers
Ah-- Eros and destrudo deep in the twilight
Fair roses to yellow, red roses in hindsight
This last ember is yours-- I don’t need it.
I feel the fire stir within my chest at your edict.
The rest of our journey is nigh, and we are needed:
But I won’t say goodbye, for I am not leaving.
Who was I when I met you? Just a name under the heavens.
These echoes of my purpose were purified in your presence
I have followed you in virtue and tutored you in vengeance
This is not the end of us-- just the end of the sentence.
Submitted October 05, 2019 at 04:07AM by PaladinBen https://ift.tt/31INiKJ
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