Eclipse



[M/L: Ivan. V.]



"Blaze: tell me your sin."

whispers the wind.

Blind is the sun for the moonlight charm.

right to your doom;

love for the moon.

Love for the moon!.

Look at the moon in the sky,

the bright of her eyes

and the blush enlightening her face.

Hidden her nudity in gauce,

in cotton, in white:allways dazzling.

She's trapped the blaze.



Oh, my sun,long for this you will never have

sad is your bliss 

for the sweetest disease

of desire's in your own.

deadly is your wound.

Maybe today'll be the night

of the light...

maybe... 



Magic becoming Eclipse

when her lips settles over his lips.

Senses becoming a prize

when his look get lost in her eyes.

Weaven two threads in the loom

when the sun's hidden into the moon,

joining together in one

when the moon's laying over the sun.