Come.
Closer,
Into the night.

Step in.
And see what awaits;
What lurks in the dark.

Hurry!
The sun is going down,
The light would soon be out.

Come,
For I shall not;
Wait, all night long.

The sun sets,
As the sky burns,
Crimson red.

Red mist in the air
A warning to all.
Hide, run.
Shake, and quiver with fear.

The blood moon shall come.
Come for us all.
And it shall only bring,
Tears and blood.

I'm standing outside,
Looking through the glass.
Hoping, wishing; crying,
For another chance.

Another opportunity.
This time,
I will get it right.

The night may be cold.
The skies may be pouring.
But I will stand.
Stand, for as long as I can.

Until you give me;
One last chance,
To make you mine...

The wind is blowing,
Gently, on this cool night.
As we overlook the city,
Shinning bright, with lights.

The roof is empty.
Silent.
Nothing but our silhouettes,
Moving, in the darkness.

You come close,
Standing on a tiptoe.
I look into your eyes.
And then I know,
Deep in my heart,
How much, I love you so.

Sitting on the ledge,
Admiring the view.
From the thirteenth floor,
Where everything seems so miniscule.

Breathe in and out,
Take in the sights.
The wind blowing,
I might just take flight. . .

Come, let's go.
We ride!
In the night.

On the hills, high.
With joy in our hearts,
Lips, draped in smiles.

Our troubles behind,
Into a future;
As bright,
As the moonlight.

Surely;
The look on your face,
Is prize enough.

Undoubtedly;
The smile from your lips,
Is the cherry on top.

Auspicious;
The day is,
Anytime we touch.

Bright;
My day becomes,
With every step,
You take towards.

Overjoyed;
I always feel,
Whenever I realize,
That I'm yours.