The End of the Match Is Black
The end of the match is black
I took my ring back
Burnt out and carved into your finger
Forever left to linger
With a wingspan much too large
I race to take charge
Flight uncontained by airspace
Yet shot down by your firm face
On broken feet I pass life
Not bleeding from strife
Oh, cool, calm waves do soothe souls
Unguarded by futile goals
Chiefly unforgotten girl
Head spun in a whirl
On the highest mountain’s peak
The one who looks does not seek
And you, who gave up so quick
Cloaked in smoke so thick
Learned what it is to resign
While I learned that I am fine
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