From the abyss of time and the loss of centuries, he longs to find her again,  make her his as he is hers. There is no night he fears, he just dreads the sun, there is no vault to jail him no chain to keep him down. She waits for him in the dark, she longs to find him again, life without him is no life. She waits, wrapped in lace, asleep in dreams of old, she knows he will come and claim what he owns.  

She saw him from far, he stood tall among men, circumstances, and life in general. He had always done so. The years had chiseled his features, there were no wrinkles and his body seemed as lean and firm as ever. She looked at him, loving every cell in him, worshipping him from far. She was so pleased to see he was so beautiful as he had been the day she had met him. She followed him everywhere, unseen and unheard. He neve...

Just meet me under dark arches, daylight will just not do. Wait till night embraces streets and your pale skin is the only light. Just meet me under dark arches, it is the only place where you can. I used to live in your fantasies, now I only live in your dreams. Been traveling through centuries,  through castles and dungeons, defying cells, bolts, and chains, just to claim you, my Beloved. Been traveling through time to...

If you ever think of me sometime... If you ever remember my name... If you ever wonder about me… Just know I used to love you far more than you can fathom. I did not need to justify some minutes of madness. Everything was perfect in itself except for our timing. Everything was doomed even before it started. I love you still, in spite of all. Nothing can melt away the passion you ignited. You live in me, untarnished. Time...

I shall meet you again, under dark portals, near the riverfront. Just lose yourself, in the hum of the waters, I shall find you again and be one with you, forsaking others. No chain is that strong to bind me or deter you, no whip that mean to scare me or stop you. Dominant and sub, master and slave, we will exchange roles, trascending dungeons. And defying boundaries our flames will burn together.  

Just wait until midnight, then go back in time, enter the aisles of memory just to find your way  through the garden at night. Do not fear the darkness; it is just a perfect blindfold. Do not fight the thorny shrubs; they will keep you bound. Thus, bound and blindfolded, you shall wait in the dark. I will join you in the second you despair of finding me. I will then be one with you, blend into your unspoken fears, welcome...

And I saw you there, standing, your hair framing your face, your body, lines and angles, your mouth set in pursuit of naked sheer pleasure. And I saw your eyes shining with reckless desire,  defying the world we knew. The garden held us tight, our story is hidden there, under scented leaves, bound to live in memory, treasured by distant stars and locked in the moonlight.