Lights are dim as the wind hits the old glass panes and a crash of thunder follows. The room lights up in a flash and for a moment your silhouette in the doorway comes in full color, diamond eyes falling on unmade sheets spilling over the edges of a bed that has held up so many before us, fucking, loving, sweating, breathing hard, lying still, bodies entwined slipping under wine-colored satin, disappearing as the lightning leaves the sky. Stone cold and wet as the rain beats down against the walls of this chamber, shadows dancing on the ceiling as the candles on the walls flicker. Wax is falling into blood-red pools on the floor, spilling down stones that have been here longer than our eyes have seen, our ears have heard, our tongues have tasted... .....