Tempest of Phantoms

Its dark here
and echoing chasm of dancers long passed
yet still their spirits
take the floor
and pulse in my chest remind me im alive
and I become envious of the dancing display
for they have more life than me
somewhere
across the hall
a kindred soul.
Hating this dance
for neither of us have waltzed to this tune.
his eyes like coal,
a small burning ember
Only a few more steps and we will no longer be alone
one
two
three
four
standing in the middle of obsidian shadows
we meet
His hands like Ice that chill me to my core
But his eyes keep my burning
a bond forms
taking hold of our fates
there is no stopping the call
the chill has taken over
not long now
my heart has been given and his recieved
no longer detached from life
but found in the little death
of loves embrace
and we have become
part of the Tempest of Phantoms