weary lake
Within her dwelling's silent walls, a pen wove tales in lonely halls,
His ink flowed void of vibrance or cheer, through his life, a scribe of drear.
A symphony of sameness, a never-ending score,
Aching for adventure, wanting something more,
In the twilight's gleam, a man did loan,
a pencil in hand, a new destiny sewn.
An alien, yet strangely kind, she stirred a curiosity in his mind.
In parchment's domain, their dance alight, two spirits swaying in script's delight.
Their strokes were stories, painted raw, a love in bloom without a flaw.
Yet lurking shadows, of impending part, cast a pall on their fledgling start.
Through onyx orbs, he watched her twirl, the pencil, his beloved pearl.
Within twilight's shroud, his soul unfurled, "Our chronicle defies the world,
As distant sojourns intertwine, your love radiates through my ink's design.
In boundless verses, we interlace sublime, transcending mere words, our hearts aligned."
A week of moons, their glow grew slight, as the time crept up, the unyielding blight.
Back to the man's keep, she was due, leaving a void, wide and true.
The lady mourned their sweet duet, under the veil of deep regret,
The pen and pencil, their story paused, relinquished to fate, their union lost.
worldly marlin
snow rose
