After fate withheld
Her fairest form
Softest touches, like a
Flame constrained, I
Still burned blind, scorched forlorn
Because of her alchemy,
Shudders on my precarious ground
Thudded weighed not just momentarily
Moment by moment, but imminently
Mercie's poison rises and grips me.
And nothing but the periphery
The world was left on the screen to be seen.
As it cadences and condenses through my tears.
It haunts me in my collapsing dreams.
This bondage of ours, for now, is surely
Over at least till I too depart this film
Minus my heart, that's yours.
Oh, the world is covered in rain.
Even now, Noah, two by two, can't save.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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