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

The thunderous pound
Of feet running over ground...

Rain caresses away the loneliness
Its droplets as soft as a lover's fingertips...

The ocean calls to me -
Her siren song so captivatingly harmonious...

I wander throughout the forest of dreams
And come across a hidden clearing...

She sits alone amongst her thoughts,
Fingers absently directing pen across paper...

Warm nights bring soft breezes
As I stare out a darkened window...

You look so pretty
Begging from beneath my boot...

To believe that the arcane walk among us
May seem foolish to some...

Her footsteps are already worn
Into the ground that leads away...

Night cascades over the horizon,
Elegantly reclaiming its throne...

She is like the northern lights -
Fluidly extravagant amongst chaotic beauty...