Songs of innocence
Conjured in the shadows,
Where one furry companion
Found second breath
Out of repleting absence
And petrified longing.
Childhood stories retold,
Locked away once by the rough hands of wicked awakening.
Two pairs of eyes have seen
What no one dares to look back.
One pair- pulsating blackness,
Welling with bitter waters.
The other pair- fixed granite,
Yet shining with frozen mourning.