Two Souls Entwined in Passion's Dance

In morning, noon, evening, and night's song, Two souls entwined in passion's dance

In the dying twilight's eerie gloom, 
'Neath moonlight's pallid, ghostly plume.
A tale of love begins to weave,
In corridors where ghosts believe.

Beneath the ancient castle's keep,
Where whispers haunt and secrets creep,
Two souls entwined in passion's dance,
Amidst the darkness, they advance.

A maiden fair with raven hair,
Her heart as wild as mountain air,
And in her eyes, a stormy sea,
A longing for love's ecstasy.

Beside her stands a knight so bold,
With armor tarnished, heart of gold,
His sword a beacon in the dark,
Protecting her, his love's true spark.

Through labyrinthine halls they roam,
Their love a flame that's never known,
By mortal man or earthly bound,
In this enchanted, ghostly town.

They steal away in shadows deep,
Where night and day together sleep,
Their love a song that echoes long,
In morning, noon, evening, and night's song. 


---Arshad Usmani




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