In the twilight hours
Meet two lovers out of sight
In dimness of candle light
'Twixt the fallen towers.
A hid chamber that is meet
For their sacred passion
Is their simplistic retreat.
Here they come on cat-like feet
In secretive fashion.
Underground in solitude
Lies their destination.
There, their love o'er time accrued
As they happiness pursued;
As they found elation.
In the bitter cold they laid,
Yet the repercussion
Of the winter chill was stayed
By the simple blankets, made
Shelter for discussion.
There in darkness, sounds of cheer
Wriggled through the covers.
A few echoes, strange, unclear,
Quieted themselves in fear
They'd expose the lovers.
