He wore a mustache below his crooked nose twisted into handlebar shaped antlers and he spoke through his teeth with lies he stole from the devils lips on a night full of the bloodletting of lust and the strands of his beard where frozen swirls of black smoke hanging from the bottom of his outer jawline and there was dark magic spinning tales in the carmel brown of his eyes and she knew not a single truth hung there in the air seperating their hungery mouths and could taste the fire within his lungs before their tounges tangled and as they kissed she pulled out his soul and stole his fire and his breath and slipped her hands through his ribs and gently squeezed her fingers around his heart and with a swift flick of her wrist carved her intials in his pulse and he was wrapped around the desire and arch of her spine and he abandoned his dreams and his hopes and swore over his heart to the voyage of her ship and exploration of the seas and storms of her love and tied his wrist to the mast and spoke an unbreakable vow to forever sail under her name and her crown through this life and through the bones of his death and should he rise again wander the lonely shores until he found her seas and ship and heart and would then be hers again