Thoughtlessly he plunges into the blood stained river of tears he cried over her, just to rescue her from a trap of her own fault. He like a child accepts all is well, but she will deny his ardent embrace the moment her tender toes touch the shoreline. At once she removes her rapturous disguise dressed only in her mystic wickedness.
Haughty he carries her to the protection of his platonic shade and dons the fleece of the amorous hero. But he plays to empty chairs for her heart dwells with another. Gingerly he draws the feathered curtains tohold back the grey light of morn.
Sne remains bathed in the muted lurid blue, settled in his nest she begins her downy-winged slumber. He takes the occupation of compassion beside her opulence as green pools shut out humanity. Again he is under her enchantment believing he will soon posses the riposte of true beauty, but only carries the blackened conclave of Hades.
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