After Oliver Sykes

You called it a House of Wolves.

You said you’d bow for my God
when He shows Himself,
but He did; you were there.
It was not yet twilight,
but when the sun came down
I went with it,
and you reached for me and pulled
until all I could see was the night,
uncountable stars, and a hope
crested upon an endless horizon,
and I took another breath.
You called death my only salvation—
We looked it in the eye and smiled.