The Spaces Between

There is still space for us
In the dark slivers in-between reality
With no disease of body nor mind
Where all things are pure again

Make haste, my treasure, meet me there
On the crest of the Blood Moon
We will lay and bask in its crimson glow
All mute, save for the raven's crow

I will gaze upon you then, with eyes famished
And you, my light, you - their feast
When moon's glow spent, let delicious darkness
Weave its velvet web about us - like cocoons

- ELS (copyright 2016)


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