Elope

Black Velvet robes with blood red petals.
Red hot sweat trickles down her lovely face,
turning into stone and softly shatter.

Lines and curves create ties that bind.
the texture of nib on paper.

A river of silver sequinns and silk flowing down the spiral stairway.
A glimpse of darkness, cold and despair.
The darkness of the abyss draws to a close
as the sun shatters the cold like a forceful hammer.

Tick tock, tick rock, tick tock.... goes the old wooden clock.
Its face of stones so precious and painted gold.....
now all that is left is the paint's peeling folds.

A strange white bird came to rest on its highest ledge.
Move fast she must to escape the prison of iron clad.
Peeking at it's twin, the white bird goes.
A ghost, a wraith, a secret never told.

Her svelte fingers brush upon the bronze hinges and lets the dove in,
She holds it tight in her bossoms, suffocating it in her sweet, young scent.
Downwards she reached to its string bounded legs......
to retrieve a letter......
which says.......

"Tonight we elope!"
Your Knight of the Blade