The Great Bright Nocturne

The turning shivering start,
Easily and with anxiety we twist the path outward,
Weaving our way into the scents of our selves,
"I never meant to hurt you," I shived into the great bright nocturne,
"I was only doing the right,"

The right is all around us now,
A broken burden,
twisting us into wretched loathing,
I beat the ice from my eyes,
And gazed into your halo,