Diary

Mine is pure darkness
It is as blackness is
Damn the light which comes from
You as a moth to flame I burn

In the twilight of morning I rest my weary eyes
For the benefits of the nights bounty were many
My soul has been redeemed (with those of others)

I missed my love tonight
Hiding behind the figure I cannot bare to face
That of a dead profit
And his beast of burden
Thorns ripping through his brow

Skin soft and white, eyes fire and ice
Just as I recall
Not longer than nine score
Certainly food for the gods
And fit for a prince
Her throat I'll have it now

I will have her, she is mine
Rise of the sun, my test of time
And when shadows fall on unholy ground
It