Something More, Beyond Words

I wandered through the ashes
Of all that I had burned
Kind words felt like curses
From the wages I had earned.
We may be made of stars
But scars are a better suit
In the distance, someone
Who understood this truth.

I walked among the faces
Of a dying proud wasteland
Love's words breathing as
We stumbled hand in hand.
No room for the sentimental
With wolves near the door
They ask a pound of flesh
But I know they want more.

But, I'll stand my ground here
Take my life but never love
I'll fight to my death and
Poison you with my blood.
But it was much too late
With the spirit of gentle dove
I found myself quite changed
By what saccrifice had done.

It was love that saw my pain
It was love that took my name
It was love that drew my art
It was love that that bound my heart
It was love endured my hate
It was love laughing at my shame
It was love mapped my course
It was love, or something more...

Something more,
Beyond words
That lives past death
And all that's worse.