The Draconic Wizard Workshop

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Circles

Originally written November 29, 2021


Your mark for death has sent me spiraling, falling

Down my own deep heart. Obsession

Curls my fingers to climb, gazing ever-

Upward at your dawn-denied light. My

Mistakes, a rift carved between us, the mirror

Beside me reflecting my face alone am I

To blame. To protect, to love, to kill

In your name only; I am our curse.


Years apart and careful piecemeal, replacing faces

In the mirror, make me reach out, to dance

Once more. Confess

What remains of you, my heart, never dies--

So we may circle, hand clasped in bloody hand,

Until second death I never intend to do us part.