by Margarita Aug 25, 2006
category :
Dark, fantasy /
fantasy, mystical
In the air of the night showed creep upon my bed of flowers by moonlight of pale moon. Id watch the man thought the tree tops and I wait my lover of night he held me tight until. Sunrise and be gone again until night. by the window in moon light and watch him make his way to my window invited in he was mine again late night walks by moon light. he gave me the Silver Kiss and i was his soon enough his story unfold of past history of family and Death. He killed for the last time and his brothers death. Soon back he came and I could not help but hold tight to my lover for i knew it was the last time to see him as the sunrises he died in my arms my lover was gone. |
Nice poem...loved it |