[8] ALEKSANDER
The shadows found their sanctuary,
swords bloodied, eyes blind,
mirrors shattered, broken in grief.
Here, we died together.
Here, I lived a life knowing you
a hundred years over, better--
an eternity of light and darkness
again and again like we hold
the sun and the moon in our palms,and we couldn't let go.
A tether to cling to,
ropes torn apart at the seams.
Here, you tell me to spill hope
on your lips, fill the future
with purpose. Here, I knew you
from darkness, craving for
company, for a heart that will
beat beat beat
to the sound of yours.
Here, you say:
I found an end to my misery,
a light to be with the dark.
But I am a ruin born of steel, and
I kiss poison in black more than red
because I found mercy,
crushed it in my hands
and you bleed:
Why did you leave?
Here, the light flickers
alone alone alone
and we'll burn together,
a name apart.
Here, I am a villain
more than a saint.
But here, I whisper your name
like a prayer almost given up,
almost forgotten.
And you'll never have to be alone.
[a/n]
If you're a Grisha fan, you'll get all the
references. ;)
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Witherland
PoésieAgain: precarious. When blood remains, I see the world tripping over the edge of the sword, red and forgotten. They drop, drop, drop-- balance. And we fall endlessly. [a poetry series by alice © 2017]