Friday, August 14, 2015

Epic Desire

He's like the Scean gates,
Powerful and defiant.
He's like the wailing Fates,
Full of his vengeful want.
Makes me see asphodels
In the sweet warmth of cells.

He makes me feel captive
To his dark, wicked charm.
However he'll deceive,
His face can still disarm,
He's killing me again,
And again 'til the end.

But do we ever end?
The message that we send,
The deeper love we lend

Calls out to many hearts,
Bringing the universe
Together in these arts
Of complicated verse.
He has been my real one,
Even now when he's been gone.
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