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.
