[Training] Spring Forward, Fall Back

I am my mother's child, I'll love you till my breathing stops
I'll love you till you call the cops on me

She watched – curious about these newfound powers, about what broiled and brimmed from within, gaze catching, riveting on the way the earth maneuvered in his wake, rising and rising, like shields, like furrows of soil and loam combined to orchestrate something. She reigned in the smugger edges of satisfaction when the arrow still managed to bypass the shifting terrain, too fast, too swift, too undaunted, thankfully blunted as it sailed into his shoulder. Her head tilted, waiting, hesitant to do much else. Would he be encouraged to try again? Should she be altering, doing something different? Apparently not, as he steadied himself, as fingers unwound and tensed, as the measures of unfamiliar chords seemed to barrage against him, but still eager, still fervent, for more. The girl nodded, notching another arrow, drawing it in the same manner, a steadying breath, a host and oath of convictions laden in her sights, striving to pinpoint his other side, intending for more precision, more accuracy, more potency in the meager skirmish. Then she let go of the string, and let the arrow fly once more – a singsong sear to the air. M e l i t a But in our darkest hours, I stumbled on a secret power I'll find a way to be without you, babe