Half-moon bright in onyx skies,
echoes with the lone wolf's cries.
By winds of north to thee I've ridden,
behind a cloak of clouds I've hidden,
as secret as the Reaper's wings,
As haunting as the church bell rings;
It tolls for thee, my ace of hearts, for only one is given.
While you slumber peacefully,
your instinctive heart still fearfully
alert to presences unknown,
for wary now is how you've grown.
Locks will open to my touch,
creeping in with shadows' hush
to see the one who warms my breast.
My calling card upon your desk,
the only clue that I was here to bask in your glowing heaven.
I shall be gone before you wake,
A part of you, with me, I take
To add upon my homage sweet
To you, who bids my heart to beat
At paces far exceeding sound,
Who takes my mind and spins it 'round
Till the earth and sky reverse
And causes sanity to disperse
Till I am filled with hate and pain because I am without you.
You are the cause of my despair,
Acting as if without care
For the gifts I gave you unexpected,
For your precious life which I protected
From passing slaves of monetary fashion
Who ne'er could match my boundless passion,
But it's alright; I can forgive you
Because you love me, yes you do.
And though screaming you deny it now, soon I will make you see it, too.
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Constructive criticism is welcomed.
