In the realm of night, on dusk fallen plight, on the throne of iron and stone, you bare witness to my moans. With stars and full moon above, in drifting shadows, twilled in silk, woven in wool, our skin meshes, our hearts collide. Whisper tales into my ear, I want to hear, all that is fantasy. Let us bask in the moonbeams, for tonight we will forget. On dawn we will wake, for in the light of day are hearts forsake.