Summer Waltz

An endless summer's night grows cold. Two gothic forms salk from the shadowy depths of the arbor. Warm and pure their intentions are, maze and crazied there motives be. For a walts is to begin. An endless walts is to end. Love insairs all hope and all thought. Love drafts around. Bliss, fearless bliss errupts under the sliver moonlite clouds. For they dance til the explosion of light from yander breaks. Heaven calls forth it last angels from this garden of both good and evil. Only to keep there love endless, like there final walts, the endless walts.