Work Text:
Blackened Door
by sablerose2
Gentle greeting, softly keening
standing at my blackened door.
Pain is fleeting, harsh the meeting
standing at my blackened door.
Times no meaning, love is bleeding
standing at my blackened door.
Wasting flesh. one last breath
standing at my blackened door.
Life's no more, we know for sure
we're standing at your blackened door