A new poem

I've been working on this one for a week or so. I'm not quite sure it's finished yet, but I like how it's looking for the moment. Is that ending really cool or really awful?

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The Magic

I see the lovers drift among the debris.
They evade the drones’ debauchery,
guided by the melody –
These polar opposites, strikingly similar –
gravitate to the center where
their eyes engage
they focus their meander.

And in a swirl I circle,
Gently caressing the lovers
With an invasion of sensibilities
And an infusion of emotion.
With one hand extended, I push towards
the shove of the other hand.

I strip them of their surroundings;
they stand, frozen, until time
permits with the bellow of the hollow gong
not once, or twice,
but twelve times
in the beginning of the day,
the middle of the night,
the end of their pursuit.

Bounded by the darkness,
persistent flashes of green
Purple
Blue
Red
galvanize the motion of the lovers,
I turn them, as one,
into something they never expected,
into something that, even at this cursed hour,
Can not be corrupted by the wills of the damned.

My fleeting charm subsides with the
Emergence of the morning illumination.
The bodies gradually spin to a stop,
she extracts her head from the valley
of the neck and shoulder of her paramour.
Those eyes, once molded into a single vision,
surrender to the dawn
with my chemistry gone
they float away towards the rest of their lives.