There he is, The Dark Sun.
As I walk the aisle of shadows,
pressed against my heart,
held as though they might anchor me
to the world i am about to leave behind.
Though he bears no mouth,
Darkness drapes from his shoulders
spilling between the pews.
My heartbeat burns warm within my chest,
yet my hands turn winter-cold
when they meet his crystal touch.
My beloved darkness waits beside me.
in voices softer than starlight,
promises carried into the abyss,
that has watched us from the beginning.
When our final "I do" is spoken,
His gaze settles upon my stained lips,
the universe falls silent.
becoming something ancient,
something far older than kindness.
A creature born before the first dawn.
of one soul into another.
And when at last I grow still,
when the final thread between
myself and the mortal world is severed,