It was on a dreary night
That she fell in love with him
His demeanor attracted her soul to his deceased being
She loved him like the moon at ocean ends.

Or was it the darkness she saw in his eyes
Or the emptiness that followed his touch
She knew not what he was
But believed what she felt.

He loved her like dead leaves in summer
and like dried rivers in spring did he kiss her
but she withered slowly like a wounded sparrow in drought.

Melancholy followed her like a black dog in a ghostly street
she lived in solitude except with the thoughts of her pale lover
theirs was an undying affair.

On an ill-fated noonday
her pale lover left her mind
and thus she attended her funeral
for their love was irredeemably damned.



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