Faithful of Dark Valour

Why must you cling to me,
A broken form,
My debris.

Beneath the silver moonlight
My shadow serenades your soul,
Haunting you, Thrilling you,
Beguiling your mysterious winds
Which weave and follow me;
Faithful of dark valour.

You give chase ‘til the early hour
Before the silhouette of intrigue fades,
A whispering of sensuous lullabies
Sheer, scented lingering black lace;
Your sensational caress
Left you screaming in eternal orgasm.

I wandered on
Not the ghost of who I once was,
My neglectful glance
Acknowledges you’re there,
Looking up with wanton eyes
Admiring all that’s fair.

To banish shadow,
I would embrace the light
Arisen from the ashes of despair
To free those wretched forms whom clung
So tight, fastidiously,
Entrenched upon my soul.

I so burdened,
Walk the winding road
Quietly through the fogs of thought.

You will always cling to me,
A broken form,
My debris.