On a cold winter's night while all is still,
laying in this cold dark room feeling chilled,
moon is full, sending beams o'er the sill,
filling the room with an Erie white light,
ghostly shadows move in from the night,
their icy cold fingers digging into my life,
whom pray tell must these demons be,
the spirits of lost love summoned by thee,
to show love be damned for you as before,
how foolish to think your wretched soul is free,
nothing inside but dying emotions and pride,
heart cut out by another, still bleeding inside,
however you try, your crazed mind won't subside,
telling you telling you- that your totally insane,
better to think loves an illusion, a deadly game,
knowing you won't recover from loves fatal aim,
you blindly rush on, spirits trying to douse the flames,
keeping you from burning in your self made pit of hell,
the goddess of passion has you under her glided wing,
guiding you fearlessly to the woman who is everything,
tread lightly with her heart, for she too is healing,
time is the soothing elixir that you both must drink,
icy cold fingers melting to warm caresses, soft kisses,
moon beams now casting two shadows in soft white light,
goddess watching over us, as demons flee into the night,
and to that my darling, i kiss you in the early daylight.
