Venture into lands already known
But in your hand,
Was closer to home.
She walks along the wall
Amongst the living and the dead,
While all the while
I write a poem in my head.
Short and sweet,
Something squeaks.
She nudges and purrs,
I present a treat.
With closed eyes I remember
Our time spent together.
To the finest detail,
Every single ember.
I follow the solaris, november
From start to end,
A nicer time.
From start to end,
No reason to pretend. xx
Valhalla was not the ride
Nor my cold drenched jeans
But the thought of you
leaving my side
As it drips down,
in the dark,
I hide