Faded Fantasy (публикации за 10 июня 2018)3 читателя тэги

On the night of my death,

your despair was so loud

that I could hear it

clawing through the earth to find me.

All the men screaming, begging,

still could not drown out the

wailing of your hands.

I оnce held your soldier heart

between my war teeth, shook it

like a dog with a bone until

it knew the fear of good love.

Do you remember?

I wore your

armor just to feel deathless.

I wore your armor just to know

what it meant to be inside of you.

I will dream of kissing your ankles again,

of pulling the weeping arrow out of you

and cutting through the earth

so that we may walk among it.

My love. My life.

What I would give to be

the оnly pile of ashes here.

What I would give to be