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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