At the Midnight Hour

At the midnight hour
The drums they beat
Across the fields of weeping wheat

We sit together,
Our foreheads meet,
Our gazes form a two way street

In the darkened bower
With essence sweet
On incense laden linen sheets

We lie together,
Our fingers meet,
An eternal bond do we two keep

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