Return........
A quarter century later, you re-enter my worldAnd the universe seems to spin askew
Rapid and whirling like my thoughts and feelings for you.
I yearn, I ache, I bleed, silent screams
But you keep your armour secure,
Your fortress walls high, impenetrable
and my nails become torn and bloody
Imploring entrance to your gate,
Clawing, battering, groveling, screaming
A possessed banshee keening in the wind.
Your cold iron gates my answer
Your darkened windows black as your soul
Nevermore tenderness, passion, warmth
Contempt as you lie in your bed of deceipt.
I shall dive to the deepest cold depths of your moat
Which protects you from facing yourself full;
Drink in the dank water as I drank in your kiss
and die in black waters less cold than your heart.
And your dark eyes look not upon my futile sacrifice,
For your alter now is bare as the heart once beat with mine.
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