"The pretty mess they made together, the lack of faith that got us here" - a poem by Jack Pruett, aka Sin Aesthetic
In story's told she was a goddess, who fell in love with a God of fear
Its told that she was bathed in roses, he showered her in droves of tears
The pretty mess they made together, the lack of faith that got us here
He strung his heart into a tether, to bind himself through stormy weathers
The waves then crashed against the rocks, in patterns of the ticking clock
The moon rose full each day and night, each was a wing of farther flight
The tether worn became wound tight, each piercing pain a serpents bite
The oceans anger, in pale moonlight, the sunken sailors grave tonight
The storm will break he must hold tight, the sun will shine in warm daylight
Upon the warm still shores of day, you may sail past the the oceans graves
The silent darkness bellow surface, Where bones of lesser gods still lay
The gods who faced the earth in anger, to take the sea through violent fames
The sea claims softly, those mens lives, through razors edge of silent knives
The storm won't break till light of day
So for the god and goddess pray
The goddess and the god of fear, fell lifeless as a light appeared
The chrysalis they held has broken, so forth emerged the forms bespoken
The god and goddess craft new terra, and thus brought forth, the soil of earth
Through the years of many era, they brought new life as she gave birth
They wove there lives into eachothers, a quilt of warm and gentle love
Their hearts since held such verdant meadows, such luscious light they hold above
The stars shine only, in the dark of night
Without the dark there is no light
With this the storys everchanging, we can not know how it may end
Through wounded hearts and tattered tether, pray now torn stitches swiftly mend
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