Never
Every word...

It wasn't me
you want...

A pillar of strength,
to rest my tired form against...

Is this love I feel-
Or simply lust...

So fast,
too fast to be seen...

Such dark eyes
Do they hide something...

No three words truer,
no three words more trite...

My Muse,
who dreams of darkness...

White fur
pure, untainted...