May angels kiss your cheeks as your soul rests
May mist surround your aura in sweet aroma
as you breath life.
When the rain falls against your face,
it is me weeping.
When the night stars glitter through your window,
it is me sleeping.
When the sunlight peeks into your room
it is my smile,
Settling like chills beneath your skin
longing to stay a while.
When she sings it is my voice,
calling you hither,
the dying forest, withered
bracing against the death of two
who could never be free.
When silence brushes against your ears,
it is my lips
whispering my thoughts that will
always keep their grip
on your glimpse,
my beautiful prince,
this lifetime is not ours to hold,
no heat to share against the cold
that fills our days.
The dust that settles beneath your feet,
A constant pallet for my words
that will never be heard
leaves unturned,
beneath the fallen oak
as I pull my cloak
around your form, invisible,
this incredible being,
that owned my submission
even as the creation
of destruction was allowed.
I lay here, disavowed,
unprotected and dejected.
Wishing you always the most beautiful
of flowers,
as you dance upon the witching hour.
venom