I remember black lightning,

the fire closing around me,

the sign that fate had finally found me.

And in your voice,

every truth denied,

a new lie.

Each loss,

each regret,

was a mistake

I paid too high.

As the ground caved in between us,

I guessed

we all got what we deserved.

There was knowledge

held too high,

like memories washed, abandon.

With starlying skies,

no reason to leap the space between,

I watched soot rain like snow.

The echo of your voice:

"I guess we all get what we deserve."

Like fate had finally found us,

a truth finally sighted.