What’ll it be, she says to me, distortion on her face
An ebony cloak to mask the keen, or a fragile kind of lace?
Heel to toe, a jagged slope, for distance is but linear
I’ll dive to spare the tortured air that grasps as I fall in with her
Free fall begins and as I descend, a gravitational wizard
To cope the depths, an angry mess of blacked out white space blizzards
A stillness rocked through years of biting, sinking into graves
Mild height through shadow’s sight, locked inside a maze
Come ye faithful, tread your waters low and by the light
A figurative line as you rewind, blended within the night
Make your wish and deeds you’ll do, for waiting out your life
Burns your bridges, cuts your rope hold sharply like a knife
Envy is born for her glimmer and shine but she dances with five strings
Eager to thrive, she’s burned alive and glows among her ‘things’
