Spiral-0ut

My Dearest One, The Eternal Conflagration Temper these words with mildness and affection. Look to me not as a matron but maiden Remember the memories heavily laden With softness and fire and all the expression of where once tread, that bountiful heaven. Of finding one-selves in the burning pyre smoldering with ecstasy and eternal fire. Drunk on the knowledge that two souls burden Cast down with the power, still not certain Of just where to go and how to use the departure gifts given in our malignant truth Given the reasons to dig deeper ourselves keeping keen eyes to the other upheld Wondering just when the answers rise high Waiting each mom