Morphississ

i would cross through the fires of death just to find you. you called to me somewhere in the depths of my being, a creature so different than you, you who are adored by all. beautiful, you are beautiful. precious beyond measure. why do you call to me, my queen? there is a loneliness in your soul, you who have everything. there is a part of you clinging to me, i who have nothing. still we resonate together just like a duet, a two-part harmony of the lost, singing in one accord. fall from grace with me, enchanted mother. i have seen the world in dust and shadows and i have tasted the sulfur of the mortal world on the tip of my tongu