A poem inspired by The Muse of Cold Earth.
Things Come to Pass
I suppose I deserve some contraction
Meddling with old metals, locks and lockets
Smearing my liquid thoughts like paint across your dashboard
Sunlight to sun-dip (But it rises again so quickly, and the dark barely has time)
To win you over to my faction I would, slice my intestines
Like a shamed knight until my blade found
Purchase in your heart
You are at the gate of desire, keeping everything in
Like the helix of a Promethean curse
And I become a crimson stain
For wishing on a star with no fire
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