Black waves roll under the unsheathed moon,

  and upon the shore, two figures stand,

  wills untamed by the silence,

  hopes washing up from

  the deep and the dark.

  It was a dream. A memory.

  To stand tall and proud,

  gathering what remained

  of might, once-radiant,

  now faded and fallen.

  A restless heart,

  a restless mind

  forever wandering the abyss,

  pulling back at last,

  daring to live

  love and hope.

  I was a ghost,

  screaming in a dead city

  with everyone else, but now

  I live again, finding my way

  amidst the gray,

  seeking out new skies.

  My heart beats in the dusk

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  when it tinges the ocean red.

  Gaze westward, to the promise

  I made, to the dream I carry

  in my head and heart.

  Somewhere on a distant shore,

  she breathes and sings

  a song filled with the rhythms

  that keeps me alive

  in a place where devils

  lie dreaming.

  Peel back flesh and bone,

  revealing now our thundering hearts,

  beating in unison

  to quiet the tempest,

  to bathe the world in

  blood, fire and fury,

  the storm we hold in our hearts

  and minds.

  And I will stand

  upon the mist-choked shore,

  and meet your gaze

  across these boundless currents,

  and whisper of love

  and longing,

  forever a dream away

  from eternity.