A/N: Sonnet. Possessiveness, obsession, and death, the first two wishing for the third. KH.
Shall We Together
Your fire within my veins cannot be quelled,
Nor starved to dimness by the wildest storm;
Your hauteur keeps me silent and enspelled,
So much a part of you as face and form.
I would be yours, if you would never flee—
If you would let me burn with your last spark,
And live inside my garden, never free,
But never left in solitude nor dark.
I'll break your will, and bend you to my own.
I'll grip you as we both reduce to ash.
I'll share in all the pain you've ever known,
To speed the conflagration and the crash.
If I must pass from life into your flame,
It's only fitting you should do the same.