He Lit the Match.

a year ago she thought she’d found the ending,

thought she held the final page

of you…them…forever.

thought she found precisely how to reclaim

what was thought you’d taken away.

so subtly she thought it never even existed.

oh couldn’t she have been more wrong

you see…

He Lit the Match.

thinking he’d be the end of her

a smile in his eyes when it all went up in flames.

a smirk on his lips after a grand performance

but it was then she got a taste.

her power.

but then she went up in flames.

smoke choking

clouding anywhere she gazed.

so much loss amongst those flames.

but underneath it all there she remained.

he lit the match you see…

and she went up in flames.

as he stood and watched as nothing was left of who he claimed.

under the red moon

something there in the ashes would stir

the moment he looked away.

there in the dark it’d seem

something new regained

up from the rubble she would rise

a form she begged to believe

the version who finally understood that it was not in vain

a force to be heard, who wasn’t once afraid

though it’s all new, everything was the still same.

he lit the match, but she arose through the flames.