Malina

Your willing victim
But the crime we cannot know
You are the hope that ever turned to flight
I raise the cry that drifts across the burning fields
And rake the embers of your fading light

As I cry arise
I turn the dead to claim your prize

And though
I stare [bad word] closer
I knew you
And though
I burn through
You know we were fragile after all

You kept no promise
With no safeguards ever asked
What summer’s madness drew you back to us
I rock the cradle when the thought of you is gone
And warmest answers leave us cold enough

One for remembrance
And one for safe return
Their colours wilted in your blaze of light
One for forgiveness
And the spoils we cannot keep
We'll live again before you leave my side