Sweet nectar of life eternal. Love, sweet nectar of a surrender that knows no end and forfeits mortality. Flowing, ever flowing into an emptiness that never fills. Lover, lover who holds the secret…. the key to open a door that is been kept secret. Usurper who with a sword wounds the heart and with love's wings breaches the defenses and slays the vessel.

Silence, shocked silence…. the blood runs down the blade and instead of rapture there is shocked silence. The Usurper falls to its knees and finally beholds the eyes of love, lifeless as the red liquid of life slides down the glimmering steel.

Fingers reach out, touching a cheek now white as alabaster…. a heart wrenched moan of sadness is all that is heard in the now empty kingdom of love's domain.