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