hollowed we suffer

a blackened pyre
under the setting sun
where no light touches
the dark undone

we could hold hands
and wait out the plight
forever gazing
into a starless night

we could hold our breath
until the sky creeps clear
and wait for our deaths
as the shadows draw near

or we could drown in the sea
and smile under waves
as the urchins come near
to dig us our graves

so embrace me now
my princess of time
for the troubles in tow
to relieve us our minds

the way the knife sheds the skin
and the blade flays the flesh
our troubles have yet to begin
to put our suffering to rest

follow me now
to the end of the day
into the empty depths
that guide us our way

and we can laugh once more
over the troubles endured
and give us our grace
when our deaths are ensured