{- Fortnight's Tale -}

I remember you well, on that cold autumn night,
Round the time summer pulled its last punches,
Though the sky was starlit, you didn't mind the sight,
The thing on your mind was fastening the latches.

We walked in a hurry, on that dreary old night
When you told me of heartbreaks and embers,
While you fought with your shadows, as if struggling for light,
All I could think of was 'another year over'.

And you contemplated whatever it is you contemplate,
I never did get your intentions,
And while you strangled the past, the present, the future,
I got caught in the line of crossfire.

I remember you well, on that cold autumn night,
When the dreams I had dreamt turned to whispers,
Like a leaf falling down, to the ground, with no fright,
I fell deep, though I never did shatter.

We both gazed in silence, on that dreary old night,
Asking why, if one loves, does he lashes,
The marrow of what's worth for to fight,
And will the phoenix still rise from it ashes?

But you ran away, guess that's how the tale goes,
While the loner just dealt with the blow,
And you wondered why stories get tangled in knots,
That's probably why I just missed the plot.

I remember it well, it's only been a fortnight,
Though I'm starting to forget why it started...

- Vincent D. -