A Lover’s Choir

Take my hand

together let us stand

by the warmth of the fire

a lover’s desire

melting our sorrows

a better tomorrow

lean in close

a lover’s overdose

two wax figurines

embracing by the fire

clutching hands so tightly

a lover’s choir

melting ever more

deeper in their core

deteriorating as they dance

a cursed romance

to them, it’s all very swell

as they dance to the gates of hell