They say : I'm sick.
A thirsty soul craving for luxury.
Addicted to Dark deeds: goudy: imperfect......
Scattered in their holy temples.


Threw me in an abode of hopelessness,
In the dark fading brume;
Crying, hiding my scars......
Lost again in darkling dingle,
Making me confused, lost and an
Empty witch.
In dolour, accessed with all maniac deeds,
Ended up being scribbled, dark shadow;
Howling in those moonlit dark forests,
Preying over innocent beings......


Then;
Sudden epsy of my divine with tearful eyes,
In those flexuous dreams of mine:lieing in black ocean under grey skies, assembling all my impuissant, sinful pieces in his arms, leaving that nocuous world
With hidden scars...


Made my wings glow once again!
With those glittering star dusts
&
His blithe smile, blue gazes and soft whispers ;
Made me experience sweet amnesia of all hypocrisy, sins and perfidious.


My swain,
You composed my realm and my prothalamium with your clarion echo of ecstasy.
And my soul:
Glittering again with your chaste love,
Rendering away my sins with soft prayer.

Living with my heart in Cresent moonlit nights,
With stardusts covered temple in our aesthetic dark hell......

© Shadow