No More Last Days
Lady Danger is six years in her death bed.
But she never goes cold,
Like preparing for impact, she stays loose
And revels in the blow.
She knows how this will end:
But always incompletely.
There will be a final battle she won't win,
And her mourners will be mine:
The same people who hate to see a campfire die.
The same people who cling to the embers
True, her eyes are closed,
But Lady Danger sees every creaking dawn,
Every wounded soldier,
Every cigarette turned mushy memory,
Everything unlike her.
Six years isn't long enough to kill a god.
It takes many lives to learn the word "NO."