Let Love Grow Old Without Waiting

A battlefield shrouded in fading blood, an arrow tearing through the sky.

The bow I forged, the arrows I taught you to shoot: in the end, one pierced my heart.

A lilting song passed through the forest and burst in unbidden.

The poison you brewed, the curse you planted, became a dream you dared not enter, in life or death.

Silent resolve needs no confession.

A cruel turn away needs no reply.

I spent my whole life staging a reckoning.