7

My father is my king, my lord is my broken will, my past is lightning bolt, and my present is thunder, my psyche is the pit, my heart is the pendulum.

6

I would have never thought there could be someone like her, taking me up to space in such manner I am to blast as a thousand-sun supernova and shine upon her.

5

I see his past and think of you and think of me and I can notice how tiny a difference divides us, so blur we might and rise together holding hands.