The Muse of the Night
Rick
My beloved and I sit around the corner;
Where the flames of the fiery heaven feel the most warmer.
On the Mahogany shinny surface of the table;
Her image relies weaving the strings of fairies and fables.
Her arm clutching one of mine’s at rest;
My fingers feel elated at her skin’s celestial taste.
She smiles;
Unveiling the scintillating ossifications of Her heavenly pearls;
Such beauty! Such aura! Even inebriates the entire heaven and marl.
But what I behold!
There’s a tint of pity in her eyes and smile in her lips;
My beloved has seen me drinking my own lifeblood, sip by sip.
“ No my love , it is the last”
A vain retortion at the moment’s steadfast.
Frowning still she smiles , holding still my hand;
Making me feel to write her name in the immortal stars; not in Time’s cruel sands .
“ Don’t take the promiscuous cup away!”
Her breath so close to mine now, even my senses are betrayed;
By the glaring sign of her eyes , my soul gets petrified.
We now sit , with all the glasses turned;
But now I stare at her...