Halls of the Dark Muse

A Story of Love

Tell me a story beneath the sun that burns through a midnight sky
a story which I can read within your eyes,
and feel traced at the end of your fingers against my flesh.

Tell me a story about you and I that goes back to the beginning of time,
a story that has no words, needs no words
but is understood the moment our souls touch.

Tell me a story that will never end, and burns like an eternal candle flame
a story filled with all the passion of a kiss when your lips press against mine
every time your body moves and our flesh meets let a new chapter be transcribed.

Tell me a story that will shake the gods and make even the bards weep
a story that will become forever etched within my beating heart
and flow through my veins giving me life.

Tell me a story of love beneath the stars that shine when dawn breaks
a story which will be whispered in crisp Autumn winds and carried away
so when we lay here still long after our last breath only bones entombed

the world will know of a love unbroken by time envied by Kings and which lives still
in the rolling waves of the sea, in the earth beneath your feet
and when even that crumbles away, it will still be a whisper
in the shadows and a light in the dark.