The night falls with a
silent sigh,
Entwined we are.
The light for which you
lust flares once,
Then dies.
Crushed by a velvet ebon
nothingness,
All we hope for must come
to an end.
Our passion's,
Throb no more.
How could you tear us asunder?
Our tristful emotions surround
us,
Crying,
We have lost our way.