His hair is the moonlit sky

Her hair is a ray of gallant sunshine

Their hands brush, burning crimson like coal

The chasm looms below, imitating the fiercest

Her hand grips a ledge, coated with perspiration, close to slipping

His hand beats with blood in his vein for her heart

"We only go down together." she strains, grimacing for life

And all is lost, the sunshine setting

The moonlit sky follows, always one.