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Upon the Midnight Hour


As she lay in sweet repose,
her back against the tile,
His fingers brush against her skin,
Like whispers over miles.

So tentative his touch does lie,
As mist upon the grass,
tracing lines his kiss has graced,
Til he captures her mouth at last.

In joining of their bodies made,
their souls take wing and flight,
The soaring sounds of rapture fill,
the haven of their midnight.

As the bells of the black tower toll,
with a mutual sated glance,
her midnight lover fades away
To take his watchful stance.

Running to her window seat,
rain lashing at the pane,
to see her lover take his place,
On Black Tower's Vane.

Til 'morrow eve dear lover we wait,
to be entwined once again,
Until the time you are free to live,
...when the night never ends.

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