Bonfire Leaning low, breath turned to black, Mud swallowed prints of the names we lack. Her eyes were gone, a redness I could not read, A storm that knew no mercy, only need. I held the pieces of a childhood torn pretty laughs, lovers in velvet light, and nights that mourn. Be free, and the world took her whole, Left me hollow as the ash of my soul. They call me bear for a laugh and a scar, Call it fate when the gods make war. I’ll stand where the void breathes slow, When the last lights fold and the wild fires grow. If the world goes quiet, and the stars fall blind, I’ll be the pulse they can’t leave behind. Winslet lies where the moon won’t look, I close her eyes the body Torn. The song of rot is a slow, hungry thing, It bites the heart and Floods it, down. Issium impaled to oak, a throat full of red, Nesh watching, silver grin, the promise thin Every god shrugged when the children cried, But I learned how to carry more than pride. I’ll stand where the void breathes slow, When the last lights fold and infinity grow. If the sky unwinds and the gods recline, I’ll keep the light they couldn’t find. He laughs at the boy, he calls him soft, I remember every ash my mother taught. Bone and salt and the taste for war, I carry names that are worth the scar “Grimzak, you won’t live to see morning!” For the ones who bled for all of you! I’ll stand where the void breathes slow, When the last lights fold and the wild fires grow. Let the heavens crack, let hue fall from sky, I’ll be the light, I’ll be the hold. there is no try the last story told I am the fist that stops the fall! I’ll crawl from hell to end you all! When the sky turns ash and the oceans burn, From fractured bones a new day learns, I am the voice that won’t resign, I am the last, the line, the line.
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