Night brings murderous end to love
It reigns its slaughter on innocent hearts
I’m torn between duty and fantasy
And as I writhe beneath the black inked
face of death, a unborn star
casts its luminous light on me
I shine in cosmic dust,
I’m woken from twilight sleep
Under the sun, I yield …
I’m yours, I’m yours
in a bed of violets
With mulberry stains on our cheeks
We turn to face each other, finally free.
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