From the shadows of the balcony
To the shimmering, soft lights of the candles
In the midst of the wafting breath of myrrh and aloe
Bathed by moonlight and the bier covered in a rose petal bedspread
Caressed by the midnight's summer breeze; the air messaged with the scent of attraction
Against the ecruteak headrest lay the wreath of Adoration
Underneath the bier, the ebony floors reflects the innermost thoughts
The licentious arrangement of the boudoirs, vanities and dressers
Might such the love The Prince and Beauty
Yet the lacivious proclivity they witness only suggest the ones
Who lie here burn hotly with passion
The paints stir the blood; it could inspire one to raise the trusted sword
To meet the challenge
Even to the moldings whose intricate in-lays reminds me of
Country matters to be discussed here and now
The minutes seemingly slow; times does exist here as it normally should
Yet the moment cannot last forever. They do not last forever
Mayhap the ornate doorknobs foretells the coming richness into the chamber
Perhaps the scene is topped by a thin veil of lace by the post which is construed as a canopy
Yet its hard to protect from us from the rain
Oh how I love the silence of your bedroom