They watched on, as we danced,
As the plot unfolded,
As the night progressed;
And they watched on, in silence,
As we moved across the tile -
Moves one likened to a chesspiece.
Has time somehow stopped?
And from our dreams awakened,
Demons of a love deepened-
Through the bleeding of old scars,
Shattered pieces of cracked mirrors,
And received no signs from the stars...
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