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Beneath the moon, drowning in the Thames that night,
Eve held Villanelle, a love beyond all doubt,
The shadows whispered, yet death was not their plight.
The river’s depths could not set their hearts affright,
In that cold darkness, their love grew even more,
Beneath the moon, drowning in the Thames that night.
Villanelle, though struck by cruel fate's bite,
A coward’s steely kiss from a world that knew her not,
The shadows whispered, yet death was not her plight.
They staged her end, to flee the mortals’ fight,
And kissed the dark, with secrets they’d pursue,
Beneath the moon, drowning in the Thames that night.
From murky grave, they rose to take their flight,*
On wings of love, to follow lone star’s rise,
The shadows whispered, yet death was not their plight.
Now time has passed, the reaper lost his might,
For Eve and Villanelle would always win – and won.
And in truth they did not drown that night,
The shadows had whispered, yet death was not their plight.
Waves are gently licking at their feet,
Eve feels her loved one, so strong and soft and warm,
Both see each other with squinted knowing eyes,
Not going down they’d soon unleash the heat...