Lost Love

 

Where thoughts and dreams and could have been lay still in hollowed ground.
Here troubles ceased she finds such peace atop a stone marked mound.
The sodden room of creations womb now takes him gently in.
To now become what he is from mortals pay the cost of sin.
Under pale moon light at the burial site fantasy dwells upon his rest.
Strong still his hold on her gothic soul her flesh at his bequest.
A bound night queen, in shackles unseen, clutched in death the key.
Black gowned silks worn forever to morn a sworn love eternally.