Amaranthine

- The Seasons Of Grief: Chapter IV - Poem V -

How am I to know?

I’d find you where the frost dares not to go,

In fields where faith once lay,

Through winterlude’s woe,

Your touch ignites a stubborn, fervent flow,

Fleeting, yet it stays

And the old man prays at the grave every day,

But I can’t; I’ll just sit at the gates, wait and pray,

Grieving for the living

My pain fits in the curve of your heart-shaped chest,

Taking mine, it belongs to no other,

I can’t stop your roots from taking the shape of a crest,

My field of snow, an Amaranthine grows,

Now I’m covered in you 

I wish to know,

The fatal flaw that bids you to chase this fate,

We’re magnificently cursed,

I’m in the glow,

Your cat eyes, my surviving lies, a secret ache,

I want what you deserve

Your pain fits in the curve of my heart-shaped chest,

Taking yours, it belongs to no other,

I can’t stop my roots from taking the shape of a crest,

Your field of bones, an Amaranthine grows,

Now you’re covered in me too  

Frostbite runs through the fields,

Snow falls loose, and the ground reveals,

What would he do if he found us out?

Pale moonlight, shadows yield,

Snow melts too, the fear congeals,

He’s bound to burn our house to the ground

How am I to know?

I’d love and die for the moments that you stole,

In borrowed and burdened time,

Dare me to run,

Please beckon me to stay and face the sun,

And live to see the rise

My pain fits in the curve of your heart-shaped chest,

Taking mine, it belongs to no other,

I can’t stop your roots from taking the shape of a crest,

My field of foes, an Amaranthine grows,

Now I’m covered in you

I’m cloaked in you

Yeah, it’s a fire,

It’s a brazen blaze in the frost,

And you sparked it,

You started it

Yeah, it’s a war,

It’s the goddam fight for my soul,

And you waged it,

You saved it

I can’t stop your roots from thriving in my unplanned lands,

My field of woes, your Amaranthine grows,

Now I’m covered in you