too young to grieve
too old to start
A tunnel torn through your warriors heart
the way you crawled like a lion
while white stars burned fierce in your hair
a shining path
cracked under your dark velvet footfalls there
made his cold bones sing with bright blue light
made the misty blood of heaven whisper through last twilights
I broke my neck trying to catch a glimpse of your ghost
for love and for treason
for it's all in her mind
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