magoski
Harp upon the moor,
thou breath of mist,
thou morning veiled
in sorrow.
O megalith,
thou witness to vows unkept—
marry me,
then leave me,
as one carves memory upon stone.
Need me,
aye—need me more than want me;
for wanting fades,
but needing binds.
This day I stepped into thy life,
and in thine eyes I beheld my own reflection:
a tempest I myself did conjure.
And yet—
I thought it naught.
I weighed it less than shadow,
less than breath.
Forgive me.
I am sorry.
I am sorry.
Favorite track: As Quiet As The Ruined House.
