Starry sky, bones of white
Much like the Graveyard at midnight
I watch as they dance and sway
Graveyard lovers, some may say
They intertwine with endless love
While shooting stars streak far above
Some may see them as opposites polar
The gentle doe and the dark warrior
But I see their love as perfect destiny
Peace and War; Chaos and Harmony
So offer a bow to Wesker and Kaoori
And reflect on their unconditional unity
And like the merge of the starry graves
So shall we all find our place one day