Her rumors swirl
I know they’re fake
But amidst the talk
Our new friend awakes
Her quiet stare
Her timid form
Innocent questions
Answers unborn
In need of sleep
Pacing our room
At wit’s end, still yet to choose
Awoken by (curiosity)
A keepsake (taken from her life)
I feel just fine
(A red light pours in)
Pulsing
Looming
(I’ve been found again)
It’s been this way as long as I can remember, as shifting sands harbor bitterness beneath the surface
I may not know it now, but I fear I’ll always live my life in the shadow of the four pointed star
I’ll have words
Silent running
Sound gives us away
Through the falls
We come down like heavy rain
Hoisted from a limb
A muted plea
Sudden silence
I still can breathe
A lone shadow
A concrete stare
He takes her away
Leaves us hanging
A phantom myth
Come and gone
I’ll have words