Her wailing cries pierce the silent veil of night.
Echoing through the empty halls
Reverberating off of the cold stone
It finds me her, in my bed
Cloaked in shadows and dreams
Drawing me from the safety of sleep
She calls my name now
Closer than before
Cries out for me
Her nails claw the walls
Drawing up the hall
Till her breathing is at my door
Her hand pauses on the handle
I can here the metal grown in her grip
As she slowly turns the knob
The smell of earth and iron
But as always she smells of roses
Her favourite perfume
The bed dips under her weight
Her arm wrapping around my middle
Even in the dark it is blue and molten
Her body swollen by the waters that bind her
My love, my bride
Till death do I part
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