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The Fortress

Make of our dream


A drama
Between dark and white
Make of my moon
A mirror
To reflect your light
Make of the sun
A beacon to guide us
To what we must ignite
Make of our hands
Tethers to bind
Empty night
Make of our tongues
A language we translate
As we taste
Make of our kisses
Whispers as we
Silently debate
Our fortunes & our follies
As we embrace
Our separate fates
Make of our only answers
The questions we cant frame
When dawn

Comes questing
For our given names
Make of our futures
The unity we knew
Before Times arrow
Pierced us through
When the world
Was a ruined fortress
With no master & no mistress