These stories
That timeworn anthology
That faint scent
of myths
Truths
Enmeshed with love
And comforting from the grave.
My faith in love
Would begin then
Time would slow
Our worlds fused
Through twisted strands:
The sacred and the profane.
Then
The painful alienation
Her anguished betrayal
Fell in evil:
Kill every living thing
Every newborn love
The last vestiges of belief
Slip away.
These familiar stories
Remain
The sadness, desolation
The old, weathered pages
Finally emerged
Torn into love.
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