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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.