Leaving the two of us
Alone in our blissful union
As the wind tries to beg us to join
The wintry celebration of eternal night. Somewhere,
The moon spills beams on
Your porcelain white, flawless
Face, and dances off your
Shiny, black hair
Across the stretches of time, I see it.
Blind child of night, feel my warmth turn cold
Against your skin. Touch this bitter heart, and see
Again for the first time.
Sit with me in the graveyard of broken
Dreams so I can see your deep, empty eyes
Reflecting the light of the moon into mine.