Evernight

The last beginning shone darkly spinning, bringing forth the hidden corpse that was given breath in lonely death. Forgotten was the memory clear, that awful sight of lovers near, shunned with spoken words they fled, the burning runes upon their heads. Yet only to return the spurned, as turning churned the maelstrom. A transparent shadow hid their appearance, and suddenly a change so instant. Constance brought the bowed heads low, and disappeared the past's dim glow, alight anew, they never knew, the warmth of others shrouded in blue. So close the distance, so far the near, and always knowing bent its ear, to hear the soundless cries that fly, in ever night towards sunrise.