The Witch in The Tower

 

I still remember the glow of the candle

Dancing on the lines of your face like a lantern

Early April, the flame left a blister

You drink this pain like the blood of a rival

Now we fight like brothers who would die for each other

Let the echoes of our rage collide

A true pulse cutter, don't you wage another

War, when your words still cut like knives

I can feel the indentations

Of your cataclysmic lust, still

Run from the roots of my spirit

To the ends of my branching fingertips

I swim against the rising tides

Of these black sands of time

You can drown all my sorrows

With every antidote you can find

We still fight like brothers who would die for each other

Cliffside duels in the dark of the afterlife

A true pulse cutter, don't you wage another

War, when your words still cut like knives

I can tell by the way the flames gather at your feet

You are to be taken away into the stormy sea

And through the gray I see a golden chance to bring you back to shore 

Must you always try and try and try to leave me to mourn?

I see our shadows in the faint golden glow

Of your blinking Victorian porch light

Swinging side to side, fingers intertwined

Etched into the bullet of a vision that made me blind

Much like all the fools I encountered

I built a mirror ball out the bones you broke

The last known touch of affection I've come to know

The last time I heard the song of the phoenix from my tower

In all of it, I mourned the death of a friendship

In secret like I lost my lover in the war

Saw the end of a decade of worship

And cracked my knees against the altar

Though we fought like brothers who would die for each other

They didn't warn you about the witch in the tower

Who sewed up her skin ever time you had killed her

So she remained buried deep in the ashes of her saboteur.

-auctor

June 7th, 2026