Oh, to love and to lose! What hath God wrought; this shrinking horror?
We advance upon love like beggars upon trees bearing olives, so lush and bountiful, the breasts and chests of our lovers. We feast upon those fruits shamelessly in the dark, so hungry and strained. And even with our full bellies bursting, we moan in ecstasy at the feast yet before us - we will dine again, always room for more.
And yet we grow tired of our love. Exhausted. No longer do we crave the light focusing through our prism, dazzling the void. We spurn its advances, its cry for refuge. We absorb it and grow ill from it. The burning globe and lifeforce, once the hippodrome of our heart, now the latrine pit filled with lime, hot and rank like a smoker's breath laced with beer and vomit.
But yonder sneaks ye deadly witch; the creeping hour so long in claw, the darkening skies foreboding - our desires run amok and bearing bitter fruit. We've trespassed, we've sinned. We've become the strangers to this love of ours, and we watch as it vanishes through our fingers like a mirage into the eternal sands of time. It is WE who have lost it. We, who languidly lay upon laurels in lulled pursuit of a limp lust, so vapid and despaired; we who watched wondering when and where would wander our whimsy.
Alas, Summer, you have left us here alone! and behold, you creeping Winter Witch, so pale and hungry. The hour of the wolf approaches, our bones will shiver, our larders bare, our grinning teeth blind in the black and snow. Vicious vampiress - we command your hand back, but our will grows weak as the light grows short, and our health falls into your clutches.
Goodbye my love, your kiss so bright! Blazing heat at our heels, off into cold death, we charge!