| the dead soul sings, the dead souls dance oh, days of ice and nights on fire the dross of death is seared away dark, dark my heart, darker than desire i felt i knew you exceptionally well like the ancient sinner knows her hell but morning's kiss awakened deeper fire dark, dark, my heart, darker than desire you touched me deep, then tried to bruise me but you cannot hurt what is not there the dross of death is seared away this tiny girl you cannot scare once i burned at your touch, ignited at your stare now i die at your whisper as you eat me like air day grows deep and i fear i will tire dark, dark my heart, darker than desire love can no longer grow in this heart all those kisses sounded like rain dark, dark my heart, darker than desire dark with empty memories transformed into pain wilted and withered, consumed by shade black tongue altered to the sharpest of blades same form, same eyes, yet a different soul spires oh, days of ice and and nights on fire the dead soul sings, the dead souls dance oh, days of ice and nights on fire the dross of death is seared away dark, dark, my heart, darker than desire |
| darker than desire |
| first and last stanza and repeating lines, (c) 1994 Robert Gleason Main body of the poem, (c) 2001 Krissi M. various lines composed by Monica R. and to Sylvia Plath's spirit... thank you for the inspirations... |
| This poem was written to appear in a Pitch Black fanfic by a fine woman I only know as "CC"... if she does use it, then I'll be sure to link up to it, but for now... -slight shrug- ...not much I can do! |