Aria Rozo

2017-08-28 03:53 am

The coming winter should mark the death of my love, 

yet there is nothing to kill.

For her unspoken words burn deeper than sunlight,
light The Eclipse could not seal.

The torrent is relentless
Shakened, awake is the sea

A sacrifice asked of fate
For every victory

Yet I've lost

And so, you, I've won

only for the smallest of eternities