Sheathed in the darkest of pure enchantment, I am left mystified and intrigued…bound by the spell that is you. My very essence reaches out to you, searching for purchase along such a treacherously even ***** in this barren waste, longing for the tears of heaven to fall from questionable skies that loom, but never quench, exhaling a breath of wind that caresses, yet never consumes, giving power to the sorrow that now takes wing and soars to heights unknown.