Moonlight frosts over the markings on the pain pump
The one-armed girl counts the hands of the clock, as if counting
The stardust falling from Bronze City
The boy kneels, a bronze statue in Odin Square
Dragonfire burns through his veins, the ice sea's torn scroll
Reflecting the crest of a mechanical butterfly in flight
The alchemist seals cherry blossoms inside a prosthetic limb
Each meshing gear is an unsent love letter
Deep within mirror-like eyes, the White King's tides rise and fall
On a stormy night, someone wipes the rust from Gungnir
An embryo in a cultivation pod opens its mismatched eyes
One holds the curse of the Black King, the other,
The scent of cherry blossom cologne Lin Yu hides beneath her bandages
The clock tower tolls Nibelungen into shattered jade
We stand upon the rebuilt ruins, practicing our goodbyes
Like two blades of the Seven Deadly Sins, sharpened by fate
