Ceremonial

I was told the end would be beautiful
but all I see is anguished,
ugly and terrifying.
Now she is nearly weeping
from the sting,
thought we would never see
her sing...
yet there it is.

And the dissonance writhes
and the wiping cries
soft white tears upon the withered,
lost to a coffin
metallic,
such is what we tithed.

I was told this end would be lovely
yet the empty is all that's full
and my moon is breaking,
black earth shaking
we dove into the dark.

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I like this piece! Welcome back to the world of writing! The way you write is so beautiful and haunting.