A poem for in the Arms of a Warlock
As the moon floats across the sky,
We say our goodbyes.
One day we shall meet again
To clash together, skin to skin
The crimson blood that stains your lips,
Meets with mine, for a passionate kiss.
Yet there will never be enough time
To declare our love, divine.
The night is filled with declarations of love
As the stars watch us from above.
And as we move together,
In your hair, is a white feather.
At night your wings are black,
Sprouting unimaginable lengths from your back.
But now, as they turn white,
The pleasure makes me cry out into the night.
Love can do be beautiful things
All you must do is believe.
For even the darkest soul can become anew,
But the ones that choose to are few.
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