Rhiannon

still on the fence about whether to commit to you or not



Hope may be fragile, may be crushed, but here is our answer to you. Here is an emotion no poison of yours could corrode away, one that laughs uncaring at your claim that all life will die—but how sweet those moments before the void! True that we may fail, that all we love may disappear, but what does it matter? We dance along the edge, intoxicated by our adrenaline, the taste of our blood as sweet ambrosia, howl with laughter that shatters your song like thin ice! It is simple, it is pure, it is delicious, the thrill of battle making our hearts roar! Tomorrow holds no meaning better than this! If we die today, what a privilege to die on our feet!