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Memories of Candles

Memories of candles, and roses, sweet satin –
Recall her face, to him;
She lives in Deaths hall, He waits by the door
She walks in the moon to him.

Visions of passion, His Dark Princess beckons –
Calling out to him;
She lives in Deaths hall, He waits by the door
She walks in the moon to him.

She covers him when, the shadows swoop down
She comes, to shelter him;
His love is rare, long silken black hair
Complete and seduce him.

She lives in Deaths Hall, He enters the door
His Dark Princess walks to him .

© Amanda Lancaster, 2006