Wind outside Autumn breeze Hand-in-hand, we walk around Among coloured leaves
Together we visit all our favourite places As we walk, coats keep us warm In parks we kiss each other’s faces Love that is chasing away the storm We watch dogs in the parks We see a bunch of babies playing Cupid casts small amorous sparks And we start with the planning The future is coming
And in a few years We are not walking alone The wind propels our kites Into the future unknown But we are together And that’s the main thing Spending forever With blessed autumn wind
There he stood outside the windowsill—waiting for the wind to whisper in her ears, his soft call of her name heed the faceless man, there he stood, outside the windowsill.
Her soul awakens and her hand in her chin fresh from the bathe of her blood—there Avernus, faceless, standing outside her chamber—waiting for the woman to fall asleep.
The faceless man than wanting to reside by her side, softly lulling her into death, prickling her thumb with a needle of life and death through the parallel of his world and hers—there he stood waiting for his muse.
He grows slowly and deeply, his stomach churning—savoring her blood in his mind, he waits until she falls asleep.
Her eyes wandered through the thin port outside her room— The trees harshly peering through her window, It is as if, they were telling dark tales in the midnight dawn of the night. Avernus then sang in his native tongue; his muse terrified at the sight of him—yet there was comfort between the wind and the chilly night outside her window.
“It’s cold outside, why are you standing there?” She called out.