Lost love
In a tortured mind
Broken senses
Misplaced desire

I found my soul
I will have
A delicious end

Crimson skies, dark fire
And cold, consuming desire
The night’s clouds knotted
In her dark love
Sleep, dance, and laugh

A touch
Of cold fire
Dancing in
A secret dream
I cherish this desire
And I laugh
As times change

End to end
The delicious desire was
A contemplative lament

And I will not be
I am
Merely
Being

Circa 2756 AUC