Two Souls, One Night
Let me tell a tale of love not lost, but found and writ in stone
and how it came from two lost souls who walked the world alone.
These wandering souls they walked a road, one red and one was blue,
until the crossing of their paths, made every shade and hue.
The blue one clasped a ruby heart, then held it to the sun.
Thus did the sun hide in the shade, and a magic night begun.
The red one blushed, although unseen, and took the heart with grace.
She held it beating to her chest, a smile across her face.
Then the red soul weaved her amethyst hair, into a chain, a move so bold.
On every link she shed a fear, which changed the chain to gold.
She cast the links up to the sky with resolve you can’t contend
and used it to ensnare the moon, so the night would never end .
It seems they had the perfect night, two souls under one moon,
but one thing there was not quite right, as time would dare presume .
The road it cracked, became unkempt – the weeds they took their toll.
For time had seen the moon ensnared, and the seas that ceased to roll.
The two lost souls glanced to the moon, as the chains began to groan
And through the merging of their wills, they turned themselves to stone.
You may think this a tragic end but to them that’s not the case,
For two lost souls now have a home, locked in their sweet embrace.