and cry
would that she would lift my face
and smile
would that we could sleep in each other's arms
and dream, of nothing.
Shaken by words i stand
jaw hanging limp and eyes wide with desire
under the everlasting awning
of butchered dreams of souls long passed
Still i hold on hope
Still im left to choke
No need to lift said noose
While venus clads herself in furs
No beast so vile as to assault my resolve
has ever walked upon the continents
I need, Elua, I need
And yet my visage remains stoic
The very essence of marble
Etched upon my brow.
So come, O, ghosts of choice unmade
Your mettle will be tested
And be found wanting
For I am all.