| A sliver of the moon Silver on the surface Calm surface Unbroken by the wind Few creatures of the night begin to stir Midnight meeting in the crypt Across the room, a face emerges Around for centuries, never aging Unwavering green-amber eyes Warm, red lips A voice on the wind Familiar as my name, As soft and deep as velvet Heard only by me Souls alone, searching Finding each other Together after centuries Alone, never again Others dissolve, gone with the wind Left in his embrace Lost in his eyes, his soul Floating on a cloud, known by no other Together, forevermore |
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