world soul:

She and I

both burning

leaves.

Dancing on

the breeze.

Sowing our seeds,

we called them

chaos.

They carved a path

hot lines of mana,

tears of the soul.

The world began to crack.

Edges frayed,

a fading tapestry.

With ash pooled around my waist

I’m left to marvel.

Broken bookend,

darkened skies.

I can only say

hallelujah,

but it sounds like

a sigh.