A tragic tale of two lovers fated to share a forbidden but undying love.

He stood among the evergreen, moondust dripping from it’s leaves. The stars swayed drunkenly, stealing night thick as thieves.

I wanted to hold it. To keep it safe as a raven treasures a seed. To carry it deeply like a woman heavy with child.

We’ve grown old, dear friend. Years of infinite tenderness have grafted into our weathered skin like fruit vines.

Take every observance, every experience, every unfinished line that is imprisoned within you, and send it off into the beguiling wild.

I was seized upon the sloping glen when I was twelve years old. You were stolen off the foggy moor, our captor she was cold.