Emotionless shadows hang moonlight
upon blind-bashing charcoal embers...

Pumpkin carvings intrigue me
as I sit crossed upon daring hay stacks...

I meet proud sanguine smiles
growling murky waters...

You breathe winter
speaking of chilled tongues...

I lay upon you
we sing against twilight...

Satan's hand greets me
his work highly overwhelming...

Someone once told me the exact time
I would be lifted up from this world...

You inspire the burning sun to rise
only you does creation solely glorify...

You smile
inviting...

I am magically hypnotized
by rich symbolic oils...

She shivers with cold
yet mindlessly lowers...

She gives me unfailing hope
in the days where I let go...