Dusk approach
They fall to sleep
The nightmare comes
The tales to keep

I await woken up by the taught
Of meeting which whom I sat and laughed
The window opens, cold air rushes in
Her shadow in the fog,
The goddess of tainted dreams flies in
Her eyes, her smile, her compassion
One as painful as the other

I complete the silence that surrounds
She sits down next to me, tightening the bonds
The candles lit by their own,
Following them like a tone,
a kiss that pierces like lightning to the bone.

We sit and cuddle with an often kiss
The sun breaks above the sky
I bid farewell to my miss
Each time I wave asking "why?"

"Go...fly on my sweet nightmare
I’ll be waiting at the settling of the moon"