All the ravens flock to her soft white skin
As her jet black hair drifted in the breeze
And in awe of her I fell to my knees
And in her brilliant blue eyes I drowned in
I didn’t see the rose die at her touch
I didn’t see her step out from the shadows
I didn’t see the candle’s pure flame go
Only the temptation I want so much
She has a cold heart that aches for warming
She has a longing that needs to be fed
As I place a kiss on her lips, blood-red
I can feel a spark in my heart forming
She has come across the oceans of time
To this point, within my arms, where she’s mine
5th May 2005
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