The guttural scream hot against my ear has slowly faded to a whisper
As the days pass, the final vestiges of our legacy present themselves to me
The desiccated corpse of our love laid to rest inside a Viking burial ship
Our hateful, burning arrows reducing it to cinders on the water
Our past and future alike burn with it
But the fumes, the last remaining drops of the hope, beauty, and reverence still reach me every now and again on the passing wind
Give me the light to see forward and the bravery to begin again
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