Steel Voices.

Deep spur of black, a whistle of cold...
Incantations chanted with chalk on the floor.
The branches shed tears, lightly scratching her window,
Thirsting for the fire that courses inside.

This room never opens, door never ajar...
For her secrets seal its crack with sculptured ivy and stone.
And this garden of whispers, breathing life and serenity...
The sanctuary of my Lady Selena,

Until my arrival, this place shall remain.
For I am the whisper that plants love in her ear.
But unlike Selena, I follow with legion...
And deception's demons pursue close behind.

Descend the draperies!!! Befell the shades!!!
A gateway opens, between spirit and flesh.
She teeters between the two barren worlds...
Awakening the dust that overshadows my rest.

Ten thousand steel voices yearn for ourlove...
The weight of damnation surfaces from the dark.
But bond stronger than pathos alike...
Reverses the spell that once made them depart.

Then...a strange spur of black, a whistle of cold....
Weaving incantations spelled in chalk on the floor.
And branches shed tears, deeply scratching the window...

Thirsting for a fire that blazes inside.