Sine Qua Non

 

Fall fires burning ‘neath bare bows.
Smoke swirling towards the clouds.
She wears death so beautifully,
lying there beneath the trees,
lying there for all to see
on a bed of autumn leaves,
spider-webbed and glazed in frost,
a grim reminder of all I've lost.


Offering my blood,
a sacrifice to above,
I shout out to the rain
that we shall meet again.
Into the fire and without shame,
consumed by screams and howls and flame,
I'll meet her where she's gone.
We'll sing songs and dance 'til dawn!