The pillars sigh with its breath to the sky
Coldness draws in the moonlight
It enfolds us with your wings
Rapture, our skin become the haunting night.
Crumbled pillars fall like hollow dark branches
Abigail's nesting her beautiful sorrow
So dark and soft, these broken marbles fertile
Complications to age and bleed.
In the near-grey of heaven
Dark eyes glisten with foreshadowed warmth
As we fly over mystical clouds
Caressed by your velvet silk.
Our bodies entwine from head to tail
Calamity disruptions tear away the leather
In the dawning of light, present my flames
Stand tall and fear this black creation.
