I sat with you as we watched the last dark sunrise and bright sunset of earth. Our mouths filled with red cherries, we kissed under the mourning moon where our blood soaked all around us.
The radiance of the midnight sun was so blinding that we fought sadly against its force while holding hands, howling like wolves but we knew there was no way to prevail our fate.
In the peaceful chaos of pandemonium, the dust of death swept through the city, as we saw with our own eyes the flood that was to come.
Our intimate hatred grew as you pricked me with the black rose that you were holding in your sacred and refuting arms, hugging me with passion.
The smell of hell was on us like a disease and we were weaker every minute of breathing it in, so we held our breath for a very, very long time.
Light that was darker than the most terrible magic shined in my eyes as i watch you walk away saying "Death calls to me just as a poisoned heart who lives lonely"
I led you through the wasteland where we scratched in the meaning of our names into the death of the city.
I took you to the river where we watched the rest of our families float at the bottom of the lake, we walked through the water and kissed their cold cheeks.
Your cloak was soaked not in water but in tears.
I wanted to end our misery and give you mercy, so after we held hands and watched the end of the world...
I led you to the very edge of the cliff, the draft pull at my dress and i felt the air cool our souls from the fiery depths that we were soon falling into.
I told you we should jump so we could end our quick pastime, but you halted me like a horse and told me to wait.
We walked away from the top and onto mossy ground, we had no shoes so the earth felt too fresh and too eerie for death to be so near to us.
We danced around the graves like we were in a ballroom full of guests, except all the guests here did not breath anymore.
Then you showed me to 2 special graves where a tranquil grace seemed to seep out, and we read our names upon them with glory. So we etched in our epitaphs, already missing the substance and flow of fickle language itself.
Then when we parted by the edge of the cliff as you explained that this ride could only seat one.
As I proposed this intimate suicide i fell as the sky came crashing down after me, and as i turned in mid-fall i saw and heard you singing songs of love to me.
Oh beautiful one you walked away from the cliff and walked toward your grave, but finding that you were too weak to go on you fell upon it while a last tear drained out of you as it blended in with the rain that was pouring down.
A moment of eternity dawned on us separately and for the first time we felt fear that we had never grown to know now burned in our silent, last thoughts.
Our dreams of salvation combined and we were together again. We sang together now, for there was poetry in our sadness. Bitter mercy and sweet misery called to us as we flew like dying eagles to our final resting place...together.
We danced and sang with unrivaled beauty as the cinders of fire fell from the clouds like rose petals and our resurrection wedding was announced by the thunder
We ran through the fields and hills of black flowers, watching the black doves fly high with their wings on fire, yet they seemed envious of our forsaken bliss.
The fiery moon was stagnated somewhere over the freezing horizon that was so cold it burned that became to be known to us as home.
Forever the message was scratched into our grieving yet joyous hearts knowing we were the only ones to die in peace of all our descendants.
The two most lonely souls who lived in the elegies of dismay for their loved ones, had found love and we lived happily in the never-after.
