In realms where whispers cross the veil of time, 
There lies a tale of love, ethereal, divine. 
A ghost, Olivia, lost in midnight's clasp, 
Finds solace, love, beyond a glassy grasp. 
A dragon, fierce, yet tender at the core, 
Imprisoned behind barriers of yore. 
His flames, a dance of shadow and of light, 
Found harmony in her, the moonlit night. 
She, a wisp, a breath of ghostly grace, 
He, the inferno, time could not erase. 
Two souls, entwined through lifetimes vast, 
A love, reincarnated, from the past. 
Yin to his yang, in balance they reside, 
Her softness quells the storm that rages inside. 
The memories of lives they've shared infuse, 
A testament of time, love’s residue. 
Olivia, who once roamed the dark alone, 
Took the dragon's hand; her heart, his home. 
In his embrace, her fears, like mist, dispel, 
For in his light, her essence truly dwells. 
Nevermore to wander night's cold floor, 
She’s by his side, now and forevermore. 
In the reflection of the glass they're seen, 
Not as two, but one, in space between. 
A love that breaks the boundaries of the glass, 
Proving that true bonds, even death, surpass. 
Together, entwined, in life's grand parade, 
A ghost and her dragon, in light unafraid. 
So when you see the mist or feel the flame, 
Remember Olivia and her dragon, by name. 
Their love, a beacon for the lost and the lone, 
A reminder that no soul forever roams. 
In every whisper of the wind, in every ember's glow, 
Resides the tale of love's eternal flow. 
For even in the shadows, the most enchanting sight, 
Is love that shines, forever bright. 
A ghost and a dragon, through time they dance, 
A poetic tarot of eternal romance. 
Where Yin meets Yang in an embrace, ever tight, 
In love, they find their endless light.
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