Our love remains

Our love remains a solid ghost
Withstanding the torrents of rain
Our love sustains an unearthly host
Encumbering the void with pain.

The suttle rain, beating down,
washes our wounds free of sand.
But loves sheer will, sheds a frown,
across the uncharted land.

This unwholesome desire for treachery,
re-opens a whole never woken.
This love will preceed a travesty,
and hear many a whisper unspoken.

A sword that stops many a life,
will be the end of existance in rain
so come, let us take our one last strife,
before we find ourselves slain.