Here, where i kept this little storage safe
With a locket left of the hope I had miracles would alter our fate
And look how jaded it's become...
Rusted hinges, and grime to seal the edges
Claw mark scratches
As if by the skeletons we buried with it
You told me you'd stay with me through the darkest
So it's in the darkest, where I left you
And dare I open this locket yet another "second time"
I would open up a gateway again to all those demons
This lust has been lost
Rustic
My Favorite
But in this way,
The whole thing has well been stained in the depths of an old boy's winter coat pocket
Ode to the forge
Where I can make use of the metal fringed scars Im left with
There's been one too many trials made by fire to deal with
Let this be our last
As I heat up the furnace
Make a last wish
For something new will emerge beyond the ashes
And Lord help me
Less I cry out in vain
May my heart burn with all fight welded firm against me
And may i emerge transmuted a warrior a new
As this sword crys out to the heavens
"Bring on The Rain"
©palewriter
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