The sentence of life
Like a tide of crimson
Washing over me
Rinsing me of mortal holds
Raining down urgently

Breaths of sensitive souls
Wishes growing old
Like the ashes of the scrolls
Of time that told
Our heart-wrenching story

The bends, the folds
Of the dance that
So tightly bound us
To one another
In undeniable splendor

Like two star-crossed lovers
We lie in waiting
In the middle of the bustling street
Death, we plan to tempt
Our bond, it has no end