Midnight is slowly slipping away from my life

Desperately I try to hold her close but she slips away between my fingers like grains of sand

The moon disappears behind the rolling hills that I quickly run to, wishing Midnight to turn and run into my arms

To feel the soft breeze brush against my cheek and the softness of her hand in mine

Our eyes that stared at the stars that guided us home,
now stealing her away from me

The sun rises and my body collapses and only then did I know that Midnight was gone

- SkullsNBones