Amor Et Dolor

In your arms, my death

Your lips brush against my cold, blue skin,
A shiver runs down my fragile spine,
With every touch of our souls, my heart quicken,
Together, where the dark river does flow.

Above unfold the heavens and reveal to us our fate,
A life entwined, beyond paradise's gates,
Deep in the darkness, where no light will ever think to invade,
Hand in hand, we stride through the restless shades.

At your side, until I take my dying breath,
In thine arms I find my solace in death,
Love that doth transcend mortal flesh and breath,
Within the silence where the darkness hath a sound.

Thine whispers echo through the tomb of mine heart,
A dirge of love, a lover's work of art;
No force of man can part what death hath made one,
Two souls entwined within the dark, forever undone.

And in moonlight pale our secrets sleep,
Through nights of haunting shadows that creep,
We waltz upon the last thread of life,
United in the realm of forgotten souls.

Our love, a curse, or perhaps a grace,
In the cold arms of death's lugubrious face;
Yet fear not the grave, for there we rule,
Two souls as one, free from life's disarray.

When all around us crashes,
We find our peace along darkening ways,
In the crypt, with love and death in embrace,
Forever mine, eternally thine.

No gleam to lead us, no dawn to disclose,
Only the endless night, wherein we groan,
Yet in that groaning, we find our peace,
In death's dark womb, a kiss.

So let the world above decay,
In the void, we put our trust,
For in thine arms, anew I am born,
To a love eternal, to a love scorned.

No pealing bells, no deathless choirs,
The only sound being that of our souls flying through the air,
In infinite darkness, two lovers, lost, and yet we leave a hint.

In crypts intertwined with shadows,
Your lips brush my blue, cold skin,
And at that moment, we find our peace;
In death's embrace, our love finds release.