Black waves roll under the unsheathed moon,

and upon the shore, two figures stand,

wills untamed by the silence,

hopes washing up from

the deep and the dark.

It was a dream. A memory.

To stand tall and proud,

gathering what remained

of might, once-radiant,

now faded and fallen.

A restless heart,

a restless mind

forever wandering the abyss,

pulling back at last,

daring to live

love and hope.

I was a ghost,

screaming in a dead city

with everyone else, but now

I live again, finding my way

amidst the gray,

seeking out new skies.

My heart beats in the dusk

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when it tinges the ocean red.

Gaze westward, to the promise

I made, to the dream I carry

in my head and heart.

Somewhere on a distant shore,

she breathes and sings

a song filled with the rhythms

that keeps me alive

in a place where devils

lie dreaming.

Peel back flesh and bone,

revealing now our thundering hearts,

beating in unison

to quiet the tempest,

to bathe the world in

blood, fire and fury,

the storm we hold in our hearts

and minds.

And I will stand

upon the mist-choked shore,

and meet your gaze

across these boundless currents,

and whisper of love

and longing,

forever a dream away

from eternity.