(Decmeber 26,1289 (or sometime around that) / Russia)

Black Masquade

she waits and wishs,
for her prince
he walks in the scarlet night,
waiting for his stary night
she sees him and wonders who he is
he smiles for he has found
his golden night
they meet and walk
desenting winding stairs
people look and stare
but for now they see
no one but
each other

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