The dark fantasies
of forbidden,
lusts and silhouettes
of scarlet passions.
The lovers,
they mingle
like serpents asunder,
coiling about,
becoming entwined
as chaos
to the enthralls
of jealousy.
Jealousy. . .
with no means
of explanation.
The lovers' emotions
again embrace. . .
feelings
of anger,
of hatred,
arise,
fueling their desires.
Their feelings of loss
and emptiness
flow,
as dismal squalls
of nothingness
cry out
like a climax of vespers....
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