Flesh and bone are no different,
everything can be consumed by the fires
Indiscriminate, voracious Cheshire mouths
Hearts remain after the body has crumbled,
ever stubborn in their resilience
Still warm from her kiss
Inhaling ashes, bonded in black lungs
Fate is, yet fate may never be
when gnarled fingers pluck unripe fruit
But even the faintest light can bring any darkness to it’s knees
It pierces through,
diamond edged
The sinister will fall, seizing and hemorrhaged
Cleansed by truth and conviction
In all it’s purity
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