Her in womb robes
Slippery red
Him in funeral clothes
Softly dead.
Through the window he gazed
While she slept in her bed
Humming quietly
a tune from his head.
Above her castle
Hung an ebony sky
Studded with stars
The huge Moon high.
Monochrome scenes of dream
Rolled through her head
Woven with his music
smooth as the silk draped over her bed.
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