Cat's Cradle

 

My love only ever played in the dark,

then you came and set the blaze.

The whispers from the ether. they know me well,

touch the flame and let all your dreams whisk away. 

Or let it burn, let it toss and turn until the ashes consume its disdain.

You gave me a precious stone, 

One     I    could hold      days at a time    to remember you by.

but it slowly got chipped away

piece by piece,

by the evil deity---- who lives in the pantheon of my muddled ideology.

It wants me to come home to the dark,

Where I'd lie in a game of Cat's cradle 

strange fingers unbeknownst to me,  threading the strings of my sorrow and desires,

pulling my love

farther and farther

away from your blaze.