Darkling
Mist enveiled, your haunted silhouette wavers,
Enshadowed by regret in the lonely night,
With ghostly steps you sweep forth towards me,
Luminous soul glowing in the moonlight,
Long hair shining, iridescent as a raven's wing,
half-covers a face which masks a secret pain,
Lamenting a now ancient unrequited love�
an antique crimson heartache deeply stained,
A phantom bereft by all but nightmares,
Your sacrifice was made of blood and soul,
Now fated to a loneliness no one understands,
Forced into a solemn life of perpetual cold,
Enrobed in garments as dark as midnight,
Blacker wings flutter on a breeze as you stir,
You, the Enchanter from between the worlds,
of shadow and shade where The Limits blur,
I, with my abandoned and wayward spirit,
know only too well the Hell you must endure,
For, my love was revealed to be a masquerade,
We both have been slighted for another's allure,
When I stripped off the false face of my lover,
I saw the massacre underneath made of lies,
Yet years later, my soul, though long-ago buried,
with each remembrance of him a little more dies,
Now here, in this place of grief and mourning,
You lure me to your side with a spectral serenade,
I must exhale the scent of one of the Lost,
to be wandering so near to Death unafraid,
We both are acquainted through isolation,
hollow as echoes of the ghosts on the breeze,
My voice rises to meet your intense temptation,
As I wonder whose apathy killed all of these,
You look upon my wan, tear-bejeweled visage,
Your face a pale portrait with keen, abyssal eyes,
that penetrate the shroud I hung over my heart,
and entrance my sepulchered spirit to rise,
My premature entombment is finally shattered,
Dark Angel, you release me from my grave,
Embracing me in ebon wings among the ruins,
We seek in each other what we long to save,
Master of the Darkness, enthroned in the night,
you snare my flesh with your sorcerous powers,
Amidst the mingling scents of opium and myrrh,
in passionate caresses we pass evening's hours,
At your mystic whim, melodies ride a zephyr,
So begins our dance to a phantasmal concerto,
As shredded, sombre clouds obscure the moon,
our bodies fervent opus builds to a crescendo,
We wear no masks to hide our enlivened desire,
As we, bare, beneath your sable cloak billowing,
embrace, mesmerized by the each other's auras,
My heart beats once more, all for My Darkling,
I can breathe again the fragrance of delight,
Your incandescent soul melts my melancholy,
flowing into rivulets from your thawing heart,
Our swaying pace set to a Gothic symphony,
We forget our past pain in each other's arms,
Tender emotions awaken to fill the emptiness,
A consuming kiss leaves me bound in your spell,
Barriers dissolve and potentials seem limitless,
The pangs of love's sabotage are heavy to endure,
And since our earthly span is tragic and fleeting,
it leaves little time to heal and trust an new lover,
Yet I feel hope resurrect as you call me Sweeting.eeting.