The Temporary End
by Basil-tofu
Hush little baby, the end is soon here.
watch as the skies die on the year.
the witch child born, strengthening shortly
wait with me here, evening will bloom.
In this house of the fatal honest
I cry past my worthiest time
Within every dark shines my love
twisted and fractured and clear.
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