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love letters for the end of the world: vi
alternatively titled, "a story in the future tense."
one day,
the last stone will shift
and the gears will turn
on Morningstar's prophecy.
one day,
steel will glint in the hand
of her Oathed.
one day,
her sight will burn
black as the coal
of the past's pyre
white as the future's ice.
one day,
she will bow to her Oathed's wrath
for love. to love. with love.
a last offering to the shrine of light.
...one day.
for now,
they are just two lovers.
far apart, and missing each other.
one day,
the last stone will shift
and the gears will turn
on Morningstar's prophecy.
one day,
steel will glint in the hand
of her Oathed.
one day,
her sight will burn
black as the coal
of the past's pyre
white as the future's ice.
one day,
she will bow to her Oathed's wrath
for love. to love. with love.
a last offering to the shrine of light.
...one day.
for now,
they are just two lovers.
far apart, and missing each other.
Published 4th Oct 2019
| Edited 18th Feb 2020
Author's Note
she's heard me say it so many times before... "i hope i'm wrong."
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