A̶m̶o̶n̶g̶ T̶h̶e̶ L̶e̶a̶v̶e̶s̶

hang myself among the leaves.

dead, fallen, a memory of what i was before,

winter winds possess destiny, a way home.

all things remain alone within the cold truthful end,

forever is stillness,

a long embrace shared under our soul,

and thus we began to weep again.

farewell evening's gentle counsels,

those sweet lullabies,

i shall remain forever frozen by countless tellings that once spoken outward entangle me, dance... then dissipate,

mark my soul as I call for more in this quiet and lonely place,

as they pass along beneath harps of thine immortal memory, hope has flown from whence i sought to discover forgotten revelries.

Here, however, without uttering words of apology, never another struggle form'd, lonely hours grow to know everything we believe of god's image, warped with such abandon though not dishonored in name,

i feel free and loved only known by revelations of broken hearts,

But a thousand charms appear divine when engraved on walls surrounding death's relentless claim,

anew each night before the dawn,

i hear you whispering through every maiden's speech "The Lord knows nothing of beauty faded or love evolved to hate, let each day prove to serve endless possibilities of fate."

No pain endured or hurt compare to existing forevermore inbetween our worlds, in winter's cell.

Peace is nothing without your ghost and what i thought was hell.

h̶e̶ w̶r̶i̶t̶e̶s̶ l̶o̶v̶e̶

-X̶t̶i̶a̶n̶