in twilight’s tender, goddess of the dark,
love’s fragile flame, imprisoned heart,
she sparks a blaze, on her way to heaven,
to raise personal hell dialed to eleven,

in shadows lurk, dreams are cast,
her laughter stirs an echoes past,
two souls entwined, fate at hand,
a chasm wide, she makes a stand,

youth’s bloodlust bloom, visage dorn,
a weary traveler, worldly worn,
profession veiled in shrouded mystery,
concealed truths loves authority,

affection notes each letter spiked,
catching screams in the heat of the night,
pierce my longing, for you my dear,
in haunted truths my desire reveres.


© a.n.villan