Black night descends ere the hollow moon's rise,
For golden morn bears the thrust of Shadow.
With naught but light and red dawn's enterprise
Cradled in memories consumed by woe,
Of which far too much is spent in vile waste.
At dusk you walk along the path we set
Through lonely strolls made soft by fingers laced
As we come to the shores where we first met.
Of love they sing, and love indeed we share.
And yet, to ours, their love cannot compare.
If only I could say what here I write:
As long you live I never am alone,
Though I remain unseen within your sight.
Within the morn you are the day that shone,
Yet there could never be a you and I.
Wreathed in sorrow's glow, the skies turn swiftly on;
Ever and anon those heavens shall sigh,
Though you may never look towards the dawn.
Our hearts beat together in perfect rhyme
As we dance as one at the End of Time.