The Gentleman
          The night’s cold breath,
          The light of the heavens,
          These things I used to delight in.

          A secret whispered on the wind,
          A myth brought to life
          Only to be sacrificed in a black flame.

          Dreams are shattered like glass.
          And lives ended
          Without a bang or whimper.

          Each word,
          Each breath,
          Is precious.

          Love is unchanging.
          Death is forever.
          Are they the same?

          I hear you call my name,
          Should I go?

          Your touch is icy,
          But I stay because you came for me,
          And me alone.

          I no longer fear you…
          The wind howls,
          And the moon fades away,
          You encircle me.

          I feel release,
          Release from my mortal coils,
          Release from the world I once cherished.
          But I am with you,
          Nothing else matters.

          The candle dies out,
          And with it my last breath escapes my lifeless shell.

          Remorse
          Crashing waves,
          Two hearts beating in a deadly rhythm,
          The echoes of a lonely whale's cry,
          Teeth piercing tender flesh,
          Waves brush against soft sand
          Carrying pieces out to sea.
          Life empties out of a once animated vessel,
          Moonlight kisses the ocean sharing the secrets,
          Stolen from another,
          Making evil more powerful.
          No gulls fly overhead,
          Amber eyes take on a new gleam
          Than vanish into the darkness of the night.
          Rustling leaves masking
          Sounds of remembered pain
          Tear and wound once more.
          Cheeks stained and tilted away from life,
          Dark clouds forming,
          Locked and hidden away to be forgotten.
          Flashes of light illuminating,
          Entranced,
          No longer loving,
          No longer being.
          Quaking thinned,
          Unequaled fury,
          Compassionate death walks.
          Colliding worlds leave no room for emotions,
          Apathetic and aloof,
          The blackness grows blacker and floods,
          Nothing carried away by emptiness.



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