Needless Things: Darkest Love

In midnight’s grasp beneath the moon, She danced alone, a haunting tune. With lips of blood and eyes of ash, She whispered spells with lover's lash.

A heart once pure, now stitched with thorns, She cursed the night where love was born. For he, the one her soul did crave, Lay cold beneath the willow’s grave.

She bound his name in candle’s flame, A necromancer’s cruel acclaim. "Return," she cried, "and love me still Defy the gods, obey my will."

The ground did crack, the wind did cry, He rose again with hollow eye. His hands found hers in stiff embrace, But love had left his rotting face.

He spoke no words, he felt no pain, His soul had fled, yet she remained. A marionette of death and doom, She danced alone inside his tomb.

The twist? Her spell, with cruel deceit, Had bound her soul beneath his feet. He walks now free, no memory known And she the ghost, forever alone. NNN