I stood in a room,
where awe could not be.
A power then entered.
familiar to me.
It came as a brutual,
and violent shove,
surging my heart,
into deep pumps of love.
I then turned around,
to gaze upon she,
longingly eyeing,
her vivid beauty.
My heart it then stirred,
and roared out a verse,
of carnal desire,
and sexual perverse.
A smile then shone,
on her moon lit face,
as she giggled at my words,
most vulgar of taste.
The moon it reflected,
off marble so clean,
lighing her gown,
in a mist embraced sheen.
I feel to my knees,
with Final Good Byes,
begging her touch,
while tears filled my eyes.
Within our good byes,
our love was stated,
yet my souls yearning,
could never be sated.
As she turned away,
the mist moved about,
the candle flames vanished,
and smoke followed her out.
I ran to the door,
with one final plee,
"Come back my love,
Come be with me."
She was all but gone,
save for the mist,
and the air about me,
her very essence had kissed.
With a heart full of scars,
I fell to the floor,
and raged at the stars,
then rose once more.
I then stood in a room,
where awe could not be,
screaming at midnight,
in the cemetery.