we were a paradox

snow white limbs tangled in the moonlight

an orchestra made just out of him and me

soft pastels flashing before my eyes

break like glass every time he reminds

me

i love you

i could see the milky way reflected in his eyes,

supernovas like pearls embedded in the sky

but ahead there's a thunderstorm

and we both know that lust can turn this scenery to ruins, the war of troy is nothing compared to the aftermath of it

so call out my name, rabastan lestrange

it matters no more

i have already drowned

deep, underneath a lake of ice and coal

the water so dark it can be mistaken for the fine silk of hades' robes.