She is forced into a stillness so unwavering she can feel time settle on her shoulders like dust. Time... It mocks her with false sympathy, and grips her with cruel and greedy attention. It is a moment before the breath leaves her in exhausted liberation. She wasn't aware she had even been holding it.
All around her, all is peaceful. She feels as though everything is sleeping. All is tranquil and soothing, motionless and… Still.
still and hushed she'll stay,
an echo of him; a mirror of his pain
She is not real; she is the phantom image of a girl reflected in the window. Her heart is as fragile as the glass she is encased within. But broken, like glass, she can cut.
hang her heart upon his word
spoken out loud but barely heard
He has said not to wait. He knows love is a two sided coin; that the sides exist to define each other - but never touch. They love a love that can only love in death.
She mimics the ideal that he has killed:
the peace of war, the blood that's spilled
Peace is war; to a Soldier, it is the fight that brings peace to the pacifist. To the pacifist, it is the fight for the Soldier to be at peace. In fighting for peace, they bring about the death of the other.
But within the infinite seconds that hang suspended between his breaths, where nothing exists and nothing matters, she lives.
and all that's left is the iron flute
that shakes the trees from leaf to root
Like a tuning fork they strike each other and watch as they hum the other's tune, moving together like magnets dancing round and around. They dance a dance knowing they dance with death.
he is the distant evening star;
a falling wish for a dying heart
So she waits for him, for the death of a Soldier.
and she is the fever glowing in his wake
when he is gone, she is unmade
But unlike him, she holds her breath. He is not her death; he is her life. And like a two sided coin, they define each other like light and dark, only alive when the other is dead. Yet neither is ever fully alive and neither ever fully dead.
so fly on the wind of night
and rise
And every time another battle is fought, the time between breaths grows longer. The time of death comes closer.
from your tomb
and she'll follow you
And when the last battle which can never come has been fought, the sun will eclipse the moon. Death becomes life, and the two sides will touch.
That is what they fight for.