Staring through hollow eyes I watch her voluptuous shape move to the sound of an endless dance. The innocence in those eyes, radiant and colorful, damned to be stripped away by the hands of another in a single night of hasty motions and a slow harmonious dance. I take her hand, unwilling to let her be lost to me, even after but one night of passion and fiery romance I know not her name, but she is so familiar to me, like a portrait painted in years of cruel uncertainty. Holding her like a brother and a lover, a protector and a defiler, I refuse to undo my grasp, holding her like a precious trinket that was certain to tarnish over the years. All that held us was the fear of loss, of the darkness that had once shrouded us both during the winters of our lives. The coldness of my heart is healed by the warmth of her eyes, healing the gouges made by fates knife in years of untold pain. My epiphany, brought by the cold of her touch and the ethereal light that poured from my body as I revealed my soul in a single blinding flash of warm love which was preordained to fail, to be tossed aside as an old tool which grew obsolete. Like stones of sorrow which fall into the ocean to be lost forever, my love has left me on the moment that I revealed my truest form, the angelic spirit with a single bloodied horn, like the bride who decided it was too cold to be wed. That night, staring through these hollow empty eyes, I long for you, my nameless love.