Our Story

I fall into your fantasy again,
Dead fingers turn blank pages blindly...
Why have you turned out the light that led my way
To the end of the story?
Our story.

The words I wrote were straight from my heart
My quill a blade, parchment my naked thigh
Ink spilled from my veins
To stain our saga into the earth

My knight in shining armor, now dead with dull,
Unseeing eyes, rusts in the dark.
Fair maiden forgotten, her tears cold as the stone that entombs her.

Dust settles quickly on unread stories.
Erased so fast the words we whispered so sweetly to each other
The candle's burnt out and I'm left in the dark
To kiss the characters goodnight and close their eyes forever.

The story burns in the fires of your anguish,
Turns to ash on the tongue of any who dares whisper the words forbidden;

Eternity dwells in ink.