where hollow words spoke easy truths
and drowned a dream like lead
where starry void between two lungs
beats the slowest death
where black as ash and white as bone
demons made their bed

moonlight brushes spiderwebs
caresses them with dread
lighter than a dew drop still
fears to cut a thread
whispers words into the wind
too twisted by regret

but feather touches tempt a flame
with sparks upon each breath
ignite a lantern's fever glow
to light the gloom ahead
come razing down the ancient woods
two souls, now to the pyre fed

within the blazing agony
ash and bone were wed
and in the twilight of the haze
dark and darker met
shed bitter tears that quenched a thirst
neither knew they had

and in the quiet of late night
moonlight spun a thread
of heartstring and old spiderweb
to stitch up every gap
till kissed by dawn's light violet
two hearts no longer bled