Beneath the Truth is the Past

Cobwebs of nonsense cover burned memories

In the place we both would meet

the past, it is, and cold it is.

Though only I return you lay in wait there yet

blowing notes from to and fro

recall our love, you wretched foe

and return there with me

 

I gather you together for when you'll arrive

placing stones of safety over sleepy eyes

Sleep now, for our awakening is to come

we'll be beautiful, together

once again to be one

 

As I leave that quiet place take heart in my cry

you mustn't take heed, though,

your calling is yet nigh

we'll meet again, against your will

together, resurrect the force we killed

Author's Note

I wrote this quite fast before the emotions departed. Perhaps I'll re-write it later, for I don't really care for most of it..