Eons will pass
Shrouded in her wings,
In her arms
Crumbling stone from the surface
Thawing what was cold and lifeless
His heart is hers to devour,
bleeding rivers for her to drink from
From her ribs, he'll carve their path
Their souls forever intertwined
Radiating luminous blue
Falling towards Elysium
Full and satisfied
Blessed and merry
Embracing weightless oblivion
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