The Last Ember

We were two sparks in the dark,
Bound by a fire, too fierce to mark—
A flame that burned both bright and wild,
A twin flame's dance, tender yet riled.

I felt the pull, deep in my soul,
The echo of you, making me whole.
But hearts can't always find their way,
And love can't always choose to stay.

Soul ties stretched like threads of gold,
Woven together, yet we were cold.

Your touch was warmth, but the silence tore,
And all that was left—an open door.

I chased your shadow in the night,
Hoping to heal, hoping to make it right.
But you ran too fast, slipped through my grasp,
Leaving me alone in a fractured clasp.

A twin flame burns with both fire and fear,
A love so deep, yet so unclear.
We’re drawn together, then torn apart,
Leaving scars that will never depart.

You were my mirror, my reflection’s grace,
But the reflection is gone, I can’t find your face.
The ties we shared have frayed and strained,
And in the silence, my soul remains.

I carry your absence like weight in the chest,
A twin flame’s flame that won't find its rest.
But even in loss, I’ve come to see—
Some soul ties burn, but they set us free.

For XZ

I, Empress