Trickster

25 - Recital

Distant nights fill my memory.
The dust of stars in a pitch of black.
A longing stare in to oblivion.
These decades have passed and all that has changed is you and I.
As our dark sister makes her presence felt, any proof of our existence becomes challenging to find.

Bones for the fire.
You live through me until that day, when her cold hand wipes the sweat from my brow and she whispers.
It is time to rest.

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