There was a
girl who loved only monsters,
And then,
there was he who drove them away
His fireflies
mingled with his self against hers,
All caught by
Valkyries in the month of May,
Fluttering
wings until their doomsday.
Thus the
stories go, that they were always together
Their fate
being written in the Books of Amber,
The world is
but cruel, each one apart...
From the
other in spirit and thought,
Never from art....
And they
painted a life with colors of gloom
Cause humans
sin differently,
But rosebuds
still bloom
She drank,
you wrote, I loved..
The unspoken
stories, written above
In the black
stillness, chaining our souls
Entangled in
a unity of mind, first and foremost
In the dream
of forever, a thorn and a rose.
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