Raven

Your reflection shows no change, but old photos tell a different story. Subtle lines appearing too soon, silver threads in your hair that weren't there last month. His platinum records line the walls of your modern Gothic mansion, each marking another year he hasn't aged. The matching rings he designed pulse with a strange energy when he performs. Now you understand why he insisted on them. »(His fingers ghost across piano keys, voice weaving dark melodies) Every love song I've written is about you. About us. About time... and how I can never have enough of it with you.