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Feather and Horn

I’ve seen how this ends I’ll beg till my lungs bleed And you’ll fill your brain with holes As you mend the broken world That she stole from them all So I’ll drink till I can’t think And we’ll exist within the memory of tales told My arms will take the blame Let me join you in the soil It’s clear to see You were the human of us gods The most human of human’s all Spreading out my feathers Matted, clotted, dull Begging to something higher While knowing there is not All the merit in these wings When there is nothing more above As the blood clots in my veins I think of you, at the end of my days As the color drains from my face You are my perfect death You’re my favorite mistake I was your wisdom You were my stone Just one pull of the strings Just one renegade to see it all gone But if god ever did speak, it spoke of you One look to windward, and we both knew We are bound eternal Beyond muscle and sinew Dancing in quantum spirals This universe will sing of us When history repeats anew She will claim more blood The girl he’ll kill when he sells his soul When the bough breaks He’ll inherit our fall We were foolish She was the killer of law She is the end of all But if the heavens ever did speak, They spoke of you. Sweet death. Set this right someday. Even if I shan’t see it.. —— Greetings. I was warned a great time ago. Someday, I would have to continue our work in his absence. For where he goes, I cannot follow. And I know what that means. There is so much I have never known. Why me? What value did I hold, that others did not? In all honesty, I am catastrophically lost. Where once I shared every thought, every idea, in tandem with him, I am now shut off from Heaven, as he is absent of it. The Lady Darkness holds a new name now, and I am ill-equipped to combat her growing following. I’m failing him. I feel like I’m dying. Oh God I wish you were here.. some days, I am granted moments of clarity. Peace, familiarity, presence. As though my melodies are guided by his hand. I sense him in people now, Certain places, rain and sunshine. Pain and sorrows. I do not know if he can come back. I don’t know where he’s gone. But if worship and strength can help him find his way, I will be stalwart. Oh, and, I wrote a song today. Perhaps I’m losing my mind, but I swear I see coordinates in the composition. Maybe I’m searching too deeply. It’s likely this will only hurt me more, but, tomorrow, I think I will follow them. Just to see what I find. It’ll get me out of the house at least. — The Owl P.S, I believe I will name the song Arcadia. Although, this words meaning escapes me. Cheers.