Dark BlossomThey haunted her. The whole of her life these dreams, these banshees of her past wailed through her slumber breaking the blackness behind her closed lids with the sudden awareness of waking in a small, cold and windowless room. This had been her only place of peace, her sanctuary from the emotionless stares and hardened hands of a brutal keeper. These dreams, though haunting her with ferocity, tried hard to show her things she could not make sense of. Nightly, without fail, a series of stilled images would constantly flip through her minds eye accompanied by the relentless echo of voices chiming out within the haze of a half woken mind. There had been nights when her body would shake itself from the stillness within a pitched cry which was not her own even though it slipped from her lips. The day that followed nights such as those were harsh and unforgiving. Tell me. By god child, you will tell me or I will let the Master beat it from your carcass until it bleeds out
The EverlastingGod by any other name or face could never compare or give more beauty to this world.No star shines brighterNo words speak more clearly to meNo song enraptures my soul with more passion than you give meI shall love you for all timeWhen death comes to sweep me past this mortal coil;It will be your face, your voice and your embrace that brings me ever lasting peace.
Stars gone outShe was to be my ownThe half to my heart made wholeHair that danced in ebony symphoniesLips that taste of deep sweet red wine, pouted in a gentle bowEyes that engulfed the soul whole, easing it into the protective depths within.She was to be my ownThe star that lay cradled in the night's black satin skiesBreath that filled my lungsEssence that drummed through chambers and corridors withinDream that lulled me to my slumber, dancing its grace within my mind's eye.I was to be hers aloneForever through all age and timeThe rock upon which she stood to give of herself to help the massesLight to compliment her darkness, shadow to en wrap her lightA steady hand to grasp when all else fell from reach.I was to be hers aloneTo walk the road less traveledDance through days and nightsHarmony in wondrous perfected pitchPlaying out motions that centuries had fine tuned.We were to be each othersStability through all timeStrength and weakness in complimenting patternsLight to see