Surrendered

Strong and pure, you face

The eye of the storm,

Cause this ever-frozen hope

To melt, and feel warmth.

Walking through blockades

As if they’re dust,

And I start to think

You may be more than moths and rust.

I am the leviathan;

The end of times.

But you treat me like a still small voice,

And disregard my angry rhymes.

I yell at you to go away,

Brandishing lies.

You take my hand and choose to stay,

For all of time.

I raise my frozen wasteland face,

The battle done.

Snow pelting down like glittering lace,

I look up to see the sun.

My weapons melt

To warmed rain,

It seems you’ve won.

I surrender all my fears to you,

You are The (my) One.