Crystalline

Through our story of my fate,

The bright sun never shined.

From the last journey we made

Formed this tale, crystalline.

We trod steadily – twas steep,

Across the gaint’s spine.

Each twig a snap – crack;

Each step, crystalline.

Blood-red poppies on the trail,

I thought that you were mine.

Clear – intricate yet delicate,

You made my heart, crystalline.

You said the summit spews lava,

Smoke steams from another time–

They used its glass to make knives

Your violence, crystalline.

You laid me down on the altar,

Made me stare up at the divine.

Dark blade unsheath – I screamed.

Then silence, crystalline.

You scraped the shards from the soil

Left my body enshrined.

Only a god of snakes breaks,

What they crafted, crystalline.