One night, we got one more night, before the war.
A tender song, the one we said we’d play at our wedding,
When we still had hope for the future, that there was time
To build a life together.
We slow dance, like awkward kids at prom, just holding close
And swaying to the slow beat, exchanging soft, chaste kisses.
Cherishing ever quiet moment we have left, any good times.
No child will come from us as all the forests burn and are lost.
I lift up your hand, and you spin around, and laugh so sweetly.
If heaven ever came close to this rotten and evil fucking world,
It is in the quiet and tender moments with you, in a darkened night,
When love can grow and pierce our hearts, as the fires come our way.
faithlesspaladin 