In the crashing crescendo of silken twilight,
swept aloft on wings of silver and sable,
desires unfurling their labyrinthine embrace.
Chaos sings its troubling lullaby,
and we are left to gather its scattered echoes,
like shards of forgotten dreams.
Beneath the embroidered drape of night’s secret,
two souls merge in fervent whispers,
tracing the fragile lineage of yearning.
Eternity blossoms under crimson tides,
love finds rhythm in inevitable decay.
At the precipice of longing, let us dance.