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I find no fight in this

Violent night;

Only figureless shadows against a

Moonlit mind.

There’s a bridge I must cross;

It reaches over the

Serenity of her star – filled mind.

The nothingness: only an absence of her might.

I leave the meaningless behind and

Bend towards the other side:

A reserved intoxication.

Ceremonial drums echo among the stars

As my slow – paced journey is

Slowed by the icy shackles of the shadows behind.

And over the star – filled mind awaits a

Turned figure; with hair flowing through

The emptiness between

Her fingers, and dress dancing to the

Beat of the echoes.

These shackles hold me back;

And I know I shall only be received

When forever ends