The light is my bitter enemy, and sweet Darkness will not take me this night; I grow weary under the harsh glare of the daytime hours, And await salvation at the dark time. Why has she abandoned me, my scarlet lover, my pretty trinket of desire? Come back for me, don't leave me behind! Swaddle me in your folds of treachery and deceit Comfort me with the steel gaze of your lust. You are my Angel, my Lover, my Secret Standing before me and ever out of reach I call out to you, yearn to touch you, Feel you, to know your sacred destiny As it is wrapped in my own...
Reason for writing:
For Katherine.
Birth sign: Not entered
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