Build me a fire which burns through the night,
the flickering flames engulf me with light,
strip through the silence,
slice through the pain,
grow wings to escape an existence mundane.
The wind which blows, sweeps over you,
brings you closer into view.
The four stone walls that surround my soul,
crumble and fade: out of control.
The Lady of Fate takes her time,
and soon our souls will entwine.
The day will come,
when two hears become one
For I am the Moon....
And you are the Sun
Feb 14, 2014
Feb 14, 2014 at 8:56 AM UTC
Build me a fire which burns through the night,
the flickering flames engulf me with light,
strip through the silence,
slice through the pain,
grow wings to escape an existence mundane.
The wind which blows, sweeps over you,
brings you closer into view.
The four stone walls that surround my soul,
crumble and fade: out of control.
The Lady of Fate takes her time,
and soon our souls will entwine.
The day will come,
when two hears become one
For I am the Moon....
And you are the Sun
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