A Sonnet for the End


As fires burn around our place
And waves break, surrounding us
I reach over, caress your face
Your ridges and lines, most beauteous
When my bones are brittle and start to break
When our joints grow stiff and cold and ache
When you and I forget our names
My shaking hands will release our blames
Into the sun, to burn alone
Wiping any imperfections from our bone
Because you are perfect, old or new
With you I am close, perfection oh so blue
As blue as a raven, deep and dark
As light as an angel, who sees and sings ‘hark!’
For you, I would destroy the world
For you, the Midgard serpent unfurled.

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