Diary

Mine is pure darkness

It is as blackness is

Damn the light which comes from

You as a moth to flame I burn



In the twilight of morning I rest my weary eyes

For the benefits of the nights bounty were many

My soul has been redeemed (with those of others)



I missed my love tonight

Hiding behind the figure I cannot bare to face

That of a dead profit

And his beast of burden

Thorns ripping through his brow



Skin soft and white, eyes fire and ice

Just as I recall

Not longer than nine score

Certainly food for the gods

And fit for a prince

Her throat I'll have it now



I will have her, she is mine

Rise of the sun, my test of time

And when shadows fall on unholy ground

It