The Call of the Hallow
The fever that binds the dead and dreaming
The alluded veil of our eternal ghosts
cast a fevered a chill along my trembling skin
as the vow of our eternal phantoms
glimmered a gust of warm breath between us.
a haunting voice shrouded a forsaken haunting, half born, half forgotten.
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I plead my warmth may linger
Within the hollow of our breathlessly entwined shadows
And that it may not fade to frost and trembles
That a fevered pulse shall mend the embrace of our echo.
The mercury in my veins hums like a curse—
pulling the chords of my silken heart,
rending my lungs, gnawing my bones,
gouging the pulse that still tethers your name.
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Yet I return to your fire,
to the tender ruin of our shared heat.
Tell me—
is there room for both of us
in this eternal haunting abyss?
Woah