Two lovers meet near a dying tree, dreams of love.
Holding a timeless gaze, the world is frozen.
Climbing the tree, they look to the stars above.
Never asking, your future is an adventure.
Growing in the morning, marching sounds in the distance.
A mob comes to kill, so run if you love.
Hanging around a neck, teeth clenching, gazing at spring, idling as the rope snaps.