The dancing black flames
that you hold
heavy
in your Heart.
Your shackles
Rusted and aging,
will not break apart, though
you have stumbled with them for
so long
Longer than I thought
for how much innocence you still
bear
Longer than any
with such soft hands and such a
fragile
heart, surely too tender
to wear such a
heavy
piece of metal, To hold such
deadly
dancing flames
I know the secret
that you carry
with your chains
I've seen the tears
crystallizing
on your face
as the fear in your eyes
forces them past their
barricade
I know that secret
very well.
I know your emptiness
your loneliness
your utter despair
I have seen it refelcted back at me
on the moonlight in your eyes
Two pairs of eyes with that sarrow
refelcted within eachother
They face one another
like mirrors
creating a vision of eternity
The moment my moonlight touched you,
I loved you
Before we breathed words to one another
I called you family
Two weary hearts that bore the same heavy yoke
How would I fail to notice your chain
when I labored with its madness myself?
Come, I know you are
so very tired and worn.
Sleep.
Do not be afraid, I
will not let the black
flames chill you.
I will not glare at you
as your nightmares and
your reality
always have in loathing.
Your pure existence gives me
hope.
I will look into your waking eyes
and spend every moment
of that eternity
working
to return the favor.
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