song of the lute

Song of the lute

It was down on the verge of sunrise, but yet still dark for the goddess of the night to roam free,

slowly the prince sat by the river bank his white porcelain skin left one wonder is he in the world of living or not, for his white porcelain skin shimmer ever so beneath the sun and moon,

The prince his stance strong against the goddess black eyes, for she would not let him left her sight once the moment begin,

The prince looks at the dark gleaming eyes that seem to blend effortlessly behind the darkness veil, every time he saw her..his impression on her never changing for the goddess was beautiful, haunting and eerily beautiful
He wonders for the one that was constantly surrounded by darkness because wonder is all he ever could do

it was then that the song of the cold jade lute was heard    brief yet sharp against the darkness the melody of the song meshing and flowing against the cold darkness forming a brief yet powerful dance

just as suddenly as it start the song of the lute stop just as lady day make an appearance the black goddess retrieve into her darkness
And the porcelain prince stand his form more formidable strong and unbreakable
Just like an accomplish prince