h2>Dating : Branches
Branches
Through the nervous system madness builds
A forest that welcomes souls
And a hero hurt stares out in angry beauty
How does life thus with such cruelty inward turn?
Why must the loving beautiful. be the ones who are hurt?
There is yet music in this place
Some branches will to bows of tuneful joy grow
And bravery against all odds
The owls will the chorus sing
One day without preface a darker love looked into my eyes
And of a moment I understood the language of the owl
“I will not choose to complete what was started”
“Not while I am with you”
“Not now”
“Not ever”
On this pledge made your soul did marry mine
I will accept this bargain struck
Some ceremonies are sealed with a kiss
This needed but my love’s bravest words
I will be with her for all my time
Whatever distance she deems right
If this Ophelia chooses life
I on this pledge chose her
Every branch shall be the staff in which I gather my own strength
And I will always in this dark for the owl be listening
And Death be fucked
We will not in this forest parted be