My Beloved
Juliette's Song

My heart beats in darkest night, reflected in my lover's eyes.
With one purpose we move, with one soul we journey
One thrust of vengeance to bathe us in glorious joy
As the knife of my belovéd thrusts deep into the one who bore him.

My eyes see through the darkest night, past all deception.
With one stride we travel, with one mind we quest
With my beloved I hunt under the moonless sky
As the sword of my belovéd hungers and howls for his sire's blood.

My breath silvers in the darkest night, chill frost abounding.
With one heart we lust, with one fist we strike
Our purpose is joined, and none will break asunder
As my belovéd and I lay waste where we will, vengeance yet our pleasure.

My body strives through the darkest night, food for my lover's passion.
With one voice we cry the hunt, with one cast our spears strike home
Deep, deep into the treacherous heart of the belovéd sire
Deep, deep to still the tears of the unloved son.
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