Long for looming night
Scarce drops of light still linger
Ruins of a sunk sun
Pour dim fumes
Slender, sleek serpents
Dazzle hazy mazes
Slowly entangle all things
In the middle of them I am comforted
Night embraces me
A coat of silence
Over my heavy shoulders
Fill my lungs with a cold warmth
And here I wait for you
In the forest of darkness
Wounded for sexual bounds
Craving for passionate carvings
You heed to my whispers
Bathed in sacred moonlight
Only your silhouette is granted
But you resonate Stygian Grace
Wearing storms and thunders
You can only promise shivers and shudders
Pleas of pleasure and pain from your lover
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