Crusaders of Love

Her will sets her to be free
running through those corridors
opening, walking though doors
lead to more corridors, more doors
the key clinched to her palm
her heat streams a force forward
searching for one transition
uniquely made to her entry
deliriously lost
eludes in distraught
shadows appear
hell dogs hustle
the mistress stalks

Her hair float
smiles frozen
rigid frailty masked in icy steel
a haunt of her lifetime sorrow
her soul is a clouding burnt corpse
spellbound in fate of melancholy
softly glazed sink to dim lit hollow
subservient past hosts her motion
while she plays villain in her chase
with orders to unknown corridors
they are both in captivation
herself may not yet known
each step unfold as she follows
the sense, the desire awaken
of freedom to infinity untold
her escapee is now her hope

With the key in her hand
suddenly the path rise within her
while gaze into her pursuer's eyes
swamps of darkness drawn by clarity
mistress of mortality is no longer in discord
a soul transmission reflecting united division
clamps their opposition to intricate a pathway
echo of their silence emoted new waves
awash them both in truth to sober shore
new land with new possibilities
two new crusaders love brought