A hopeless romance

|Pure dark entrenched chambers
swallowing ember thoughts
yearning weakened heart

|Nightmares consist of thee

|Decipher thy tome
heart bled tales speak true
words are elegant cries

|Body wishing to die

|Being of lust endowed
I have ridden to the
raging clines
to prison thy soul
fulfill thy pride

|Love

|Lust inspires
two strings
one to hate
and one to cling

|I will bide
to wishes of
this ministry
loyal servent
under thy dream