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 to late.
Traces of heat,
That lingered behind.
Mem’ries of dances,
We held in our minds.
And no one could see us,
Or non that we knew.
So now all we face,
Is the judgment of two.
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 to late.
Traces of heat,
That lingered behind.
Mem’ries of dances,
We held in our minds.
And no one could see us,
Or non that we knew.
So now all we face,
Is the judgment of two.
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