Behind the dark eyes and the porcelain visage rests the love stories were written about, The Black Lotus and The White Rose, eternal love never dies...Immortal love lasts forever. Two flowers to wade through eternity, seeking, finding, and forging a unity that would endure the trials of fate and elder alike. Cursed from birth and held to the undead against the will of Caine and his children they would survive to meet once more against all odds. Thorns for hands and fingers reaching, yearning, pining, for the others constant touch of warm silk, pedals careening outward searching for the other longing to be near, and roots lunging outward to seek and devour the other in a blinding swell of torrid passion. Together they would find themselves looking upon eternity entwined as one, white meeting with the depths of black and each carrying the other with nothing more than love....But then again when you walk for eternity, nothing lasts forever.

The last time I touched you
I did not know weather I was coming or going
Was this our last good-bye or our first hello
And in that moment of questioning you were gone
I blinked and the light you shed upon me had turned to darkness
The last flicker of your glow I clutched at
Yet even that faded to a mere shadow...