Okay, he has a new muse. I don't know jack about her except she's tall and seems to have swept him off his feet. I'm ticked he's not telling me more.

Jaz, in dark reverie

how shades your heart at distance kept
from memories o'er which you have long wept?
lovers fled and lovers lost
and lovers kept at spirit's cost.
memories burning with desire
barely lume this ancient pyre.
shall I dare to touch the flame
or even speak your chosen name?
are you a shade, a puzzle locked
a loaded gun already cocked?
or are you a portal through the stone
where I am chained, sins to atone?


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