Music: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bkEPczwWNVA&feature=related (Afro Celt Sound System - Dark Moon)
In the darkness
A shadow turned
To
Or away
Mattered little
He was supposed to sit in the Kitchen
When company came
Wait
For a meal
That never arrived
Wait
Wait
And in the darkness
A shadow turned
At the beginning
Even then
They knew the power
A power so great
Primal burn
Of a tracking sinew
Called desire
Gentle caress
beckoning
Threatening
To pull in
Promising
To pull in
To be pulled in
Yet
If taken
It was presumed
One would be consumed
But through glory
Die
By the reality
Of life
At its core
if nothing more
So to prevent
And circumvent
Words
Became letters
Letters
Became numbers
And in a voice
No louder than a whisper
Whispers
Passed laden lips
Cautiously expectant
The gravity of that which could not be spoken
Drew the two
Willing victims
As desire filled the room
Thick with its ozone
With each degree
The pull grew stronger
Arteries filled with primal blood
Longing for contact of the other
And
In the world which consisted
Only of the two
The two died
Only to be born
Anew
And in the darkness
A shadow turned
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