Amidst the last golden rays
On the beads of sands made yesterday
Trod the weary thief of everyday
Tinted glasses reflecting the scars of today
His blade hidden beneath the silk
Satin to touch but death it will bring
All hope will be lost at his very touch
Nothing but fear shall cascade
Behind his shadow trudges another
All clad in red,
A unicorn signet around her neck
His only need, a true loves duet
If they should meet
Under the blooming moon, when the stars align and fade to gray
A foretold event will ring the two
And to heavens they will disappear
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