Imyr, Marshmallow

I love you tonight
and the dawn soon will come
there are no stars that bear your name
the witches brew
the dog licks its wounds
beneath the ground we worship you
within the fight
that I wage in the night
I covet the cold blade that is you
destroy the past
I have no debts
except to you
but are you well
how do you feel
held up each night against the pain
is this place
one that you would ask for
are these hallways yours or mine