The Dark Tower

On the wings of fallen angels We fly above the sinking sun Towards the tower so dark and so inviting. Inside the tower we find ourselves alone And bathed in candlelight. There's a table with wine, as dark red As the blood burning in my veins. We drink, and as we do the sound of Nightwish fills the room from nowhere. You in leather and me in velvet. We drink and dance while the candle's light Dances over our skin. As we collapse into a gentle, yet fiery, Passionate embrace, the candle's flame Flickers and flares. Our passion feeds the flame That gives us our guiding light. And yet, as you carry me to the bed, The candle's light grows dim So as our passion can be our own And for no one else's prying eyes. The darkness wraps us in Its velvety blackness as we fill it With our desire.