I must try, with an arsenal of wit and word I have acquired, at this short a time, to describe what I have seen with my own eyes. It's too beautiful to let the days forget it, by and by, hopefully, not before I.
It was in a frosty November, by the counter with the bartender. The time I could not remember, but I was sure it was hours before December. Gin and tonic was the drink at the moment, my soul was parched but my mind took it as deterrent. And not before long, I made my ascent. First on my frail sanity, then upstairs I went. It creaked and croaked, those wooden steps, but no memory can be as whole, to what I seen next. The curtains were abloom, the wind made it so, the moon was a stricken blue, and oh how it shone. There I saw it, the two crescents that took my stare, it blinked to a beat, followed with a lashing whip at the end. It was her eyes, the glisten and glow of the evening grew bland, I uttered not a word nor a jolt, I hardly stood where I stand. My breathing denied me, I had to feel my inhales and force them out, but her face did not leave me, her swooning grasp dropped all doubt. And I thought this magical night was losing its dust, she smiled at me, those lips that put to shame the sitting dusk. In crisp crimson red, in perfect imperfection it was a bit agape, I could see darkness akin to the dead, I craved to die and soon be laid. Every part of her was in my mercy to discern, though my sight betrayed me, it was too late before I learnt. The very moon that she outstaged, right then and there, floated to her side as if a string had them entwined, a happening of no compare. She stretched her arm and opened her palm, like an orchid below the lake, she was gone before a breathless second could be made. I traipsed down the mahogany wood, to ask who I saw was, they said I was in a dream, this made me blue but this would always be true "She most certainly was."
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