Shrouded in lovelorn nights,
Hearts set aflutter with desire,
As moths drawn to the burning lights,
Rekindled embers of a forgotten ire.
Glasses of scorned amour,
Show the stony soul of an angelic form,
Laughther effusing from the bewitched lure,
Mocking despondent passions bygone.
Black velvet skies part for golden hues,
Phantom dreams melt into earthen moulds,
Perhaps rejuvenated by a virginal muse,
Manifestations of a mortal life, behold.
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