madeliene,

should our story end

with this aftermath music,

my broken french?



heal her,

if you can

pray the lions aren't waiting,

take her hand.



i want to be brave,

i want to be brave,

but the night goes up in flames

the courage we need,

a fury to tame this madness,

this madness,

this madness....



and no more will i count the dead,

bending, gathering words he should've said

and night falls and scrapes its knees,

we watch the houses on fire,

and she says to me,