In a place forbidden,
From a life long past,
The rhythm of breath
Has become unfamiliar.

His eyes cannot open,
Her hand cannot touch,
Yet he desperately clings
To the warmth of her love.

How beautiful she looks,
Eternally young
And her pretty face scowls
At my time-defying eyes.

Don’t mind me, the poor widow
Fated to this horrible task,
I see their eyes tear
Both unable to wake.

I tap on her shoulder
To remind her of dawn
And force her back on
The other side of the Web.

He rolls out of bed,
As I feast upon his terror.
She sobs unseen,
Knowing she’s destined to do nothing more
Than catch his dreams.