There is Darkness at the Edge of Love
So thus, the flaming red gives way to pink
As words that touched a heart now coldly sting
For love, poor bastard of a thousand nights,
Lays spent upon the failing lilt of wit
It has not died yet withers on thin vines
Beneath the pagan sky of winter’s hope
Kneels now before the tilted stones of dread
Awaits a passing shadow’s flaming heart
For there is darkness at the edge of love
An empty place where smold’ring embers cool
And dreams, that cry in memory of stones
And shadow’s that have failed to lead them home
For love is but the longing of two hearts
Its darkness where it ends, not where it starts
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