We will shatter into a thousand thousand pieces of brilliant, beautiful light
in a millennia they will find shards of us
Glittering amongst stars
And they will know us by name
Each and every fragment
We will be constellations that heroes are born under
We will herald a new age
Where the shining of the dawn
Is the last true miracle

I learnt today
that if you were to traverse
the depths of the ocean
the building pressure
would push all breath from your lungs
and your blood would burst
with the heaviness of it all
oh but for you, darling
for the azure currents in your eyes
i would sink

6 chapters into the story of myself
I realised the happy ending had been and gone
And it would have been safer to stop reading
Before the tradegy set in,
You can't see it yet, but it sits like smoke
Upon the ink, and sometimes you can hear it
In a page turning, a soft shrieking
That could be mistaken for wind, if you weren't listening
But I was listening, and so steeled myself
For the building sorrow of the book

10 chapters in, all writing stops
Halfway through a word
And the agony hits like a car crash
Played on repeat in my head
And the tradegy rolls like waves in storm
And the shrieking becomes deafening
And the book closes
And in a whispered breath of a broken reader
You can hear the small sigh of relief

Of all the beasts in hidden caves
With hearts to burn and hell to raise
You are the spark that sets the blaze
And I, a victim, unafraid.

Of monsters hoarding gold and fire
What have I done to earn your ire?
I am not guilty, you whisper liar
And thus command I build the pyre

You accuse betrayal, and I am aflame
But I will not cry or plead in vain
I know you beast, I see your pain
So I forgive you once again

When I am ash, you return home
To your kingdom under stone
Sorrow weighing on your bones
The price of fury is to remain alone.