Freedom

Two lovers dressed in moonlight, Dancing through the sky; The clouds the mystic dance floor, Oblivious to the universal lie. No mortal laws can touch them, Their love is true unbound; Manipulation is their game, Wingtips scaling snow touched ground. The wind whipping across their skin, Silver hair undone; Smiles gracing crimson lips, With love that they had won. They belonged to each their own, Wrapped in their own light; High above the human world, Engaged in their unique on flight. Everything they saw was theirs, And all was in their power; All was possible and done, They owned every dark moonlit hour.