This is the ending
your vows foreshadowed
you sung out
'til our story is told'
and here I am
writing the final chapter
The storms stop today
coven
give me solace
as I burst open
like a dark spell
Your last embrace
burrowed deep into my shoulder
you were trying to find ground
I looked to the ceiling
begged it to crack open
to rain down dust upon us
celestial beings to steal me away from this
horrifying outcome
From this
opening
I need a waiata
I need a war cry
I need to summon a god
across the water
Oct 31, 2019
Oct 31, 2019 at 6:40 PM UTC
This is the ending
your vows foreshadowed
you sung out
'til our story is told'
and here I am
writing the final chapter
The storms stop today
coven
give me solace
as I burst open
like a dark spell
Your last embrace
burrowed deep into my shoulder
you were trying to find ground
I looked to the ceiling
begged it to crack open
to rain down dust upon us
celestial beings to steal me away from this
horrifying outcome
From this
opening
I need a waiata
I need a war cry
I need to summon a god
across the water
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