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They say you can’t change the ending

And I have studied that book

Its ashy, pale-faced heroes

Water-logged messages, cyphers unwound until they curl up again

Displeased that no one could unravel their secrets

One day, they’ll burn, orange-tinted flames caressing rose-scented pages

History hurts

The heroes always lose, and I should’ve told you that before you ran headfirst into the current

Should’ve told you I was scared

Should’ve known I’d back out

I want to find god in you

Drown in icy currents with you

It’ll swallow us whole, that awful blue

Like an ocean of smudged ink

So maybe the castle was only tangled weeds and splintered rope holding a dull sword over the king’s head

The crests were bleeding the coffers dry

They dig us up, hungry and human

We are bones, limp and longing and so lifelike almost

Our hands are interlocked, they’ll take that too

Spin history into silk and weave tapestries out of lies

We lost our voices seven epochs ago

We stood against the changing tide and let the blustering waves propel us forward

Battered down against that coarse sand

This time, I’ll be there with you

The story isn’t set in stone

We are made of marble