"Snare of Love"
It was life
I held in my hands,
and life would dance,
and life would dance.
Marionette of the gods,
I played the world
into creation.
Then you came
with your black black eyes.
You wrote new songs,
deep metal,
delving past the
four elemental strings
into realms unknown.
My music, my soul, my creation
followed you,
dancing your dark symphony,
dancing into the earth,
driving with force,
boiling lifeblood to the surface,
staining the ocean
with rhapsodic tears.
And then at the core,
the fire,
strings consumed
and you were not there
to heal,
to sing a new song
of becoming.
I am but
the instrument.
I cannot create
alone.
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