So silent you sit.
So still...

For once the clock strikes midnight skies,
the winter shines; the tendrils gleam...

Don't tell me you'll come back to me
if death may ride your way...

Even aloe cannot soothe this summer's burn,
for it comes not from sun, but of sin and scorn...

Look at me.
I feel your heart racing...

Bridge of ruby yawns and stretches,
waking pool of cerulean blue...

The man stared at the ring
that hung around his neck...

Fate stands still by iron gate,
white-gloved hand awaiting tender touch...

A hurricane of fancy faces
swirl an ever safe dance...

Emerald scythes dance amorously
in the cold moonlit night...

A bright sun shone dappled through
a forest of browning leaves...

I stood, transfixed,
bathed in a silver light...