and though we fall,
still yet we fly.
as tragic flame
fills up the sky
we coast through all
the smoke and ash
not in the air,
but yet to crash.
we linger in
the in-between
stalling an end
we have not seen
will we ascend,
and rise above,
evading Hades
with our love?
or will we smash
into the ground,
where love is lost
and fire found?
i shan’t pretend
to know our fate
so all that’s left
to do is wait
~mj