Two wanderers stop<\/p>\n
where the dirt paths merge<\/p>\n
She is coy, curious; He is brave, bold<\/p>\n
Eyes catch and fall ignorant<\/p>\n
to the sun winking behind the trees<\/p>\n
He, from the East<\/p>\n
and Her, the West<\/p>\n
seek out the North and South but<\/p>\n
carelessness has darkened their path<\/p>\n
and the roads promise danger<\/p>\n
As the sun and moon dare<\/p>\n
to share the sky, She<\/p>\n
looks to the star, smiles, and<\/p>\n
grips His hand<\/p>\n
They break from the Path<\/p>\n
into the twilight of the Wood<\/p>\n
and halt in an open field<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
She has been here before,<\/p>\n
(though in a less willful time)<\/p>\n
and calls his attention<\/p>\n
to the shimmering breeze,<\/p>\n
to the formation of a door,<\/p>\n
Amethyst and gold flickering<\/p>\n
in the dimming rays<\/p>\n
and a seductive, slender handle<\/p>\n
reflected in their widened eyes<\/p>\n
She runs Her hand<\/p>\n
along the golden frame,<\/p>\n
touches her cheek to the stone,<\/p>\n
and looks at Him with expectation<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
He looks to the cloudless sky<\/p>\n
and back to his companion’s<\/p>\n
darkening face<\/p>\n
She watches Him reach<\/p>\n
for the handle’s engraving<\/p>\n
The pair jumps as it clicks,<\/p>\n
hesitant of discovery<\/p>\n
Deep purple opens into pearlescent black,<\/p>\n
darkness that ripples at His touch<\/p>\n
Brazen, bold, He pierces the veil<\/p>\n
with a calloused hand<\/p>\n
then turns to Her, smiles and<\/p>\n
slips into the unyielding depths<\/p>\n
She shivers, chilled by the knowing wind,<\/p>\n
and stares into the void<\/p>\n
His hand reappears,<\/p>\n
silent offering for her own<\/p>\n
She looks to the star filled sky<\/p>\n
and coy, curious, She interlocks<\/p>\n
her dainty fingers with His<\/p>\n
and follows Him into the Abyss<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
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