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.
Absently Searching 