Countdown to the Untamed

Ten to One… Countless Won.

Ten, nine, eight…
Are you in my fate?
Let me claim, let me shape…
have you seen me?
My horror waits beyond this gate.

Seven, six, five…
how many deaths will you survive?
Seek me, shroud me
don’t just stay quiet.
This is me, all of me. I came to thrive.

Four, three, two…
Why do I bleed into your blue?
The gaze, the hook,
the love, the lust
I need something to trust.
Your fragrance…
are you there, or is it only thirst?

Left behind… just one…
Wanna join me in this fun?
Still here, not undone.
Newly lit, I have a long run.
You remain there, a barren sun.
Tell me your stories or were there none?

Two faces, two fates,
shifting tides…
what thread is there?
It never hides.
Do you call this a ‘we’?
Or just time circling back to me?

Hasn’t the final goodbye been said?
Hands touched,
yet the silence spread.
Still, I know you’ll be there,
where horizons hold what we never shared.

That’s the journey from ten to one…
you and me,
untamed, unnamed
what are we?
Not love. Not loss. Not memory
just something that refuses to leave.

Author’s Note
Countdown to the Untamed, is a countdown, a race toward an unnamed something that is backward through numbers but forward through feeling. It’s not about winning or losing. It’s about the space between heartbeats, where horror and devotion blur. If it unsettles you, good. If it stays with you, better.