Only now
Do the gods smile
Upon us
In the craft
I'm an apostle
I've followed you
To the end
Of my identity
Only here
Do the flowers
Photosynthesize
To breathe you
And create you
Nearly cost me
Half my mind
But it's never
A problem
Nor could you ever be
I picked them up
All my pieces
For you
The shards spill
Blood-stained stories
And I've earned them
Or maybe
Through this labor
I may someday
Be deserving.
©noodle
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