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I know now this is how our tale unfolds,
Must end with you above and I below.
From gathering storms I flee, steadfast you hold;
And so our song was written long ago.
You want to mend the world, to change our plight,
But overtures of hope cut like a blade.
Recalling neither God’s warmth nor Her light,
A creature such as I can’t be unmade.
Three words a ready army on my tongue,
A riot quelled by doubt, a fractured plea.
Love’s melody cannot remain unsung,
And so this star-crossed kiss must speak for me.
I hope against all hope, I ache, I wait.
Your searching eyes meet mine as you depart —
One longing backward glance to seal our fate,
Dread’s icy tendrils curling ‘round my heart.
No nightingales my angel, heed the lark.
Bereft of you, I’m swallowed by the dark.