The memories have been sneaking up on me, trying to push me off the rail.

The crimson splendor running down my shoulder is how my soul will silently wail.

Here I am beneath the moon; her beauty soothes me with her light so pale.

She witnessed your guile and how you conspired when you perceived my heart was frail.

With each breath, he feels the sweet agony

and desperation, his heart pounds faster as his strong

body writhes, dying for her to devour him.

He awakens, his lips moaning her name in the darkness.