Maid of Mists

by Cantchangeme   Jun 14, 2025


The blue moon stood high above the trees
Casting a pallor onto the woods below
There your hand slipped into mine saying
"Now that I have you, I’ll never let you go”

Singularities burned and stars went super nova
When we kissed before the breaking dawn
Then turned to face the grim light together
Going,

Going

Gone..

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