Lovers Poem by Sam Edison

Fallen victims are making love in the mist

Sorrows intertwining becoming one

Their joy and their pain amicably exist

And now a great allegiance has begun

Laughter along with the banshees scream

Creating the melody of a blissful dream

Staring into the deep blue eyes of anxiety

The notoriety of this beautiful society

When lust becomes adoration of ones soul

The perfect warmth on the coldest winter night

The diamond being birthed by pressurized coal

Together in the darkness they truly found light