Swathed in dense blight Captive to your oath Embodied in the embers Of Fall’s fire

Foolishly coaxed by his prolific charm Their discordant dialogue sows hesitation

Maybe the time just isn’t now But I’m afraid I’m simply not sure

As we stood on the edge and stared into the distance The bombs and explosions lit the night sky

Kissed by an ingenuous encounter and clutched by the romance of nostalgia, they basked in the interim of pheromones and divorced cognizance. She tried to rebuff his prolific charm, but could not resi...