Gates of ivy and moss welcome me home
As I'm embraced by the loving tears of weeping...

Her eyes house the souls
Of those she has contained...

Irrefutable passion sweetens forbidden lips,
Ones I crave to feel dancing along my skin...

My shining star,
When the night is late...

She shrieks within the confines of the night,
Her hopes and dreams crushing, as if her bones...

Loving her is like reading a book.
Each day that passes is a new adventure...

She fakes her smile for those she loves
And quietly counts the minutes go by...

Darkness cascades down a chilled window
As lantern light illuminates from within...

The ceiling mocks me in the darkness,
Its fan slowly turning and pushing my thoughts...

Footsteps echo off
Trees illuminated by an ethereal glow...

Her kiss tastes of heaven, and of hell.
Brimstone colors her lips...

The thunderous pound
Of feet running over ground...