He stays in the darkness where it's safe,
He stands across the road against a twisted old tree.
His hood of the cape that flows around him covers his face.
He watches people walk by and most don't see him, but they walk on the other side anyway.

She is lost in thought and stands looking out into the night.
She noticed a shadow move and the image of the Dark Man comes to life.
She should be afraid, she should turn and run, shouldn't she?
She finds herself walking up to the Dark stranger, lifts her hand to his face and strokes his cheek, she looks into pools of light that see so deep inside her soul.
She takes his hand and follows where he goes without question.
Her soul is content for it knew that it had found the other half of what she has been looking for it seemed like forever.

She was home...

She was and is His Lady..