The bold canvas of the night sky
held a tapestry of stars chosen,
emblazoned as gems for our eyes only
in a kind of magic to mark the moment.
Hidden beauty unloved madness and trust
begging to succumb to a slower method,
dividing pulse of hearts and tremble
into the rhythm of drumbeats perfected.
Sad promises were challenged as lacking.
Deeds presented themselves as real.
If you're mine tonight and his last night;
what is the forbidden fruit's appeal?
Are we to venture into the lake of fire
in a sordid ordeal... or heaven piecemeal.
DionWorx
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