I remember a millennia ago
When I was the god of small fires
And you were the god of kindling
How even then I desired you
The ashes of us oroborous
How I consumed you and you blazed for me
We are lesser now
Not gods anymore, with no believers
A smaller prayer than I was once
But still my name feels holy in your mouth
Our love like smoke
Unseen, but deeply felt
My voice coarse and thick with it
You linger in me even lifetimes later
With no prayers, no pantheon
Just us, aflame
Oct 22, 2025
Oct 22, 2025 at 7:26 AM UTC
I remember a millennia ago
When I was the god of small fires
And you were the god of kindling
How even then I desired you
The ashes of us oroborous
How I consumed you and you blazed for me
We are lesser now
Not gods anymore, with no believers
A smaller prayer than I was once
But still my name feels holy in your mouth
Our love like smoke
Unseen, but deeply felt
My voice coarse and thick with it
You linger in me even lifetimes later
With no prayers, no pantheon
Just us, aflame
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