The Lovers
As one horror sit the loved
With famine so entwined,
Our Heaven burns above
As their cities do behind.
Ashen and beloved they rest,
Heroic in their arms
Hell tears against the breast,
In love the war is calm.
Hands through torment fused
With bonds of common pain,
By gods they are accused
And cannot die again.
In the endless fight
Of makers’ plans undone,
The lovers face the night
In pure peace as one.
Breath leaves first,
Quickly follows heat.
To die alone is worse
Than any fate they meet.
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New Beginnings is our third and final volume of 2020. It is also our longest yet, with close to 100 pieces having been sent in for review from over 80 writers. Additionally, this volume marks a step towards making our initiative even more inclusive, having opened submissions for art and photography, too.
2021 may not be the new beginning for which we are all hoping. In fact, it is likely that the world will stay largely the same. However, that doesn’t stop us doing what we can to make it a little better. In supporting and being involved in an initiative whose primary motivation is to build one another up, our team and readership have certainly proven to be committed to making positive change already.
First published by Ta Voix 2020