As my blood ran grey
As I clung to the valley
And it burned with the dawn
I promised both worlds,
Their best and worst
To keep the flames
Behind tattooed lines
I promised a sunrise,
Harmless at most
To flood the sky,
And blind our ghosts
When the last strips of dawn
Shattered the ridge
The flames and ghosts ignited
No promise kept, or choice maintained
My blood burned out and faded away.
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