We held hands... at the edge of winter
Gave no thought to fates entwined
Standing on the precipice, precarious and nestled
Within us, the idea to fall

I gave in... to the marked temptation
Virulence, I am Me
With disregard to conforming platitudes
Becoming abject with each decree

She was fair... a goddess rebirthed
Within a flame, the phoenix call
To the touch, remained an ember
Conflagration cause

"As it kindled dreams anew
She sent distress, left eschewed
In happenstance, a romance
A projectile performance...

A new spark was formed."

She was fair... a monarch standing
Beneath the fall, above the crown
In shadows bathed, the virgin canopy
Sheathed in crimson sea

I gave in... to the casket dowry
Verdant lined and airless seamed
Wearing ashes, shaped as roses
Faces painted false

We held hands... at the edge of winter
Given no hope, no dangled string
Standing on the precipice, we begin counting
One.
Two.
Three...