Midnight creeps upon his silence, he sits, spilling words through a pen onto a page, ink spreading, speaking only the sweetest words of embracing his love once again.

Moonlight creeps into his heart, his whole life spent, a priceless cost, matters not to him.

The cost, a mere illusion to the love she held for him. Her skin, firm but soft, her stone heart, tender to his touch. He dreams of her, and her alone, dancing through time, closer with each step.

The fire burned and the ink flowed still from his pen, whisper to her the breath of life, fill her with the words she so desperately needed.

Watch her move, this place is hers. here now you are hers. Render captive for to her he will fall, as many times before.

He writes now to speak, whats not been said, whats not been heard, the secrets that turned the circles deep within his heart, across the page, for her eyes to see.

Night is her time, what her passion feeds upon, what he feeds upon, her passion.

Keep spilling you're words, continue her story, let the pen in your hand flourish love in her heart. Let the words you say bring her smile to life.

Dawn slips through the cracks of night, her story's end is eminent. Here now the decision comes, life or death, lie within his hands. Worlds at end, the colliding of souls, a small choice, universal to her heart.

Choose wisely, for you hold her fate within you own hands, the hands that write her epic, her tragedy. Choose wisely he must, for just as easily as she cam, she could be gone.

Dawn is here, what will he choose?

The pen stops, no longer will her sit and write, he's now a part of the mesmerizing work he's laid before her eyes.

Night is now their time, he watches while she dances her fingers through his hair, finally. . .

His work is done, he chose, and won. She smiles, meaningfully, shes born again through his words, he holds her within his own hands. . .

This is her time, watch the night, watch her dance, watch her fly away from here, but will you follow?

Choose wisely. . . life or death, you now hold your own fate, will her story be yours? Choose wisely. . .

Or does she write yours?