A darkness deeper than disgrace, a single tear rolls down her face. An abyss deeper than dispair, her eyes just glittered, No one cares. The look upon her face shows hate, she wishes that it's not too late.
An eye looks on her from the stars, and runs a finger o'er her scars. He fell full to release her from fear and anger that bequeaths her. A single touch, he kissed her hand, she fell in love with someone grand. She felt a shiver, but turned away, she didn't know quite what to say.
His gentle voice sighed upon her ear, he told the wretch there was nothing to fear. Lightly behind her, his full embrace, she turned to him, looked in his face. A pallor like pearls of the sea and eyes lighter than the sky. Lips of the darkest color of blood, a smile besmirked his face as he looked down on the bud.
"My black rose, what is this? What troubles you so? Just speak it so lightly, just speak it so slow." Worry lay there in the dark being's visage, his raven hair hung o'er his face, an ache seemed to float about him, as if plucked from loving grace. She looked down averting from his gaze, he lifted her chin, her eyes to raise.
"My dear darling Sanguine, a word to you giving, I fear I want death more than to thrive with the living. My frail heart is breaking, I no longer can take it, my body is aching, and no longer can I fit. My life just feels empty, I wish for the night, I wince and I shudder from the coming daylight. Take away my torture, my dear, make me free, let me live in darkness so I may dwell with thee." She burst into sobbing and buried her head in his chest, he wrapped his arms around her, unsure and quite distressed.
"You don't know what you ask me," he whispered to the night, "I don't know how to make you see that trouble is in sight. I wish I could give you what makes me who you see, but taking away your sorrow is done quite easily." He wiped the tears from her cheeks and looked upon the Miss, he looked deeply in her eyes and gave to her one kiss.
He lingered there as their lips touched and grazed her with his hand, she led him to believe he had felt nothing so grand. Her thoughts seethed deep within him, her memories, her cares, the things that brought her gladness, the thoughts that caused dispair. He let her go and hotly whispered a single word, her name, "Elizabeth, my darling, I have now taken your shame."
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Dark Rambling of a Lost Soul
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