Sacrifice

Jagged shadows on

the edge of time.

Waiting for something

or someone to climb.

So weave me a dream,

streams of fire and ice.

So I won’t see the end

of this sacrifice.

I can see the lies,

silver shadows of hate.

That will grow and devour

‘til it’s much too late.

Traces of heat,

that lingered behind,

mem’ries of dances,

we held in our minds.

And no one could see us,

or none that we knew.

So now all we face,

is the judgment of Two.