ashen fable
Mine eyes beheld thee, joyful and free;
Thou with her — a mirror of the past I shared with thee.
I gazed upon mine own reflection with quiet glee,
saying, “She may be thy trophy, yet she shall ne’er be me.”
Thy steps of memory-making shall remind thee of me.
Yet am I not desperate as she;
I choose to stand my ground, even without thee.
And I shall hope she treateth thee better than did I.
As the timer rang as loudly as could be,
Mine soul took flight, longing to be free.
Without thee, I shall fight mine battle bold,
With strength and wisdom that life hath told.
cinder plank
obtuse quarry
, tbh all of it is soo relatable and the last stanza its just icing on the cake.. Great work!!