Sonnet of First to Last

A frosty twirl unwell under covers
If it is in me I will ease your pain
Nightmare turned wildest dream as lovers
Static like a tin roof showered with rain

Walk these halls with me 'til they feel like home
Show me your depths as I have shown you mine
So paired we find rest wherever we roam
And these dreams ferment to folklore like wine

Hear me call like an otherwhere whisper
Feel my heartbeat like an otherwhen chime
Tighten strings that tune might become crisper
Fashion compass drawn to signals in rhyme

From first string played to last note I want you
One bullseye sought, errants wilfully two

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