An angelic hum rings out from the sight of you,
Asleep, comfortably.
I could have gazed for years, decades if I had the chance,
But time does not bend to my will the way I did to yours
Only then, did earth-shaking tremors rock your spine,
Then you were given what was yours, I had to steal mine.
But now it's mine for the taking, but I know to stay in line.
Here we go, leaning over the edge, ready to fall, I wonder what I'll find.