OASIS: saffron

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Beneath a moonlit veil of tears, a love unfolds,

Consumed by tradition.

In the realms of fantasy, shadows weep,

A tale of hearts that slowly sleep.

A love as fragile as love itself, yet burdened

By the sorrow it brings.

A castle built on dreams so high,

Crumbles beneath a starlit sky.

Her eyes, a reflection of a werewolf's gloom;

His touch, a Nyadian, fading, distant bloom.

A love that dances on the edge of sighs,

Caged inside a barrier of gray-stained skies.

Through the Enchanted Abyss,

Love would roam,

Yet, in solitude, it finds its home.

A melancholy melody, a bittersweet song,

As two hearts entwined begin to merge.

In the Story of Khan, a poignant verse,

A tale of loss, where the Nymph Bond arises.

A depressed refrain in the moon's soft glow,

A love that withers, a somber shadow.

In the ruins of dreams, where echoes call out,

Whispers lingering, a love left to die.

The fairy-tale ending, a mirage so grand,

Slips through their fingers like grains of sand.

Through the Enchanted Abyss,

Where memories weep,

The love they once cradled

In faded shadows deep.

A wistful dance in the pale moon's light

Lost in the echoes of that fateful night.

His voice, once a serenade, now a distant hum;

Her heart, a shattered lyre, its melody undone.

In the tapestry of time, a threadbare seam,

A love story unraveling, like a haunting dream.

Yet, in the Garden of Sorrow, where roses wilt,

Hope springs anew, a tender lilt.

For even in sadness, a fantasy's bloom,

A chance for healing, in the quiet gloom.

Through the labyrinth of pain,

They find a way to mend the fractures,

Letting the shadows sway.

For love, though wounded, can still arise,

A Phoenix reborn, under sorrowful skies.
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