Once upon an autumn night
While I hid in sheer fright
came the call of siren sweet
making my heart skip a  beat.

The sound of steps as light as rain
only enhanced my dear heart's pain
quickening the rhythm of my breath
and enhancing my mind's wrath.

The sound of her entrance made me look
and left me as a fish caught on her hook.
Just that one quick glance
speared me as if by a lance.

As I stood entranced
she quickly closed the distance
to stand in front of me
and become the only thing I see.

"I love you like the autumn mist
and sorely have you been missed"
is what I wished to utter,
but when tried I only stuttered.

She firmly took my hand in hers
as icy as if metal spurs
and led me out into the night
which only increased my plight.

I remember how we used to sit
fitting together like we were knit
and a tear I left unshed
just as feelings I left unsaid.

I am a Wolf that hunts in the night.
But with my Goddess gone, I have lost my hunter's sight.
The “She” I sing to on moonlit nights,
Has not been seen; it has not been bright.

That light that guides, the light I follow,
Has not graced this poor Wolf's sight.
“She” is gone, “She” is missed,
Covered thoroughly by this world's mist.

If I could compare thee, my darling muse,
to but one object I find in constant use,
t'would be the knife, my Love,
the one you hold in that blood-stained glove.

Your whispers are more screams,
that haunt me through my waking dreams.
Your advice.. it's not nice,
Much like your defensive wall of Ice.

So, to you my darling sweet,
I am glad we rarely meet.
For you are a harbinger of pain,
that blocks out my merry sunshine with her rain.

Many A time have I wished upon a star,
And though it truly makes no difference who you are,
One cannot rely upon that star.

The stars are many miles off,
The only power they hold is of light and warmth.
That may be why people wish upon them,
Seeking that warmth in their own lives.

But you truly cannot hope that wish to be invoked,
For it is only in yourself you may find that warmth.

So do not wish upon the stars,
But make a promise to them.
A promise to create a warmth that rivals theirs,
So you may be someone else's shinning star.

Tears.
Every one holds a memory.
Ones we cherish,
   ones we fear
Ones we wish to forget,
   and ones that we hold dear.
But never be afraid, to shed those tear
for they remind you of you who are,
and show us who to keep near.

Her touch
       so cold it burns
Her lips
       so soft and warm
Her eyes
       see everything I am
Her smile
       makes my heart beat fast
Her heart
       an ice fortress I wish to melt
Her mind
       a dark corridor worth exploring
Her whole being
       sets my very soul aflame

Once upon an autumn night
While I hid in sheer fright
came the call of siren sweet
making my heart skip a  beat.

The sound of steps as light as rain
only enhanced my dear heart's pain
quickening the rhythm of my breath
and enhancing my mind's wrath.

The sound of her entrance made me look
and left me as a fish caught on her hook.
Just that one quick glance
speared me as if by a lance.

As I stood entranced
she quickly closed the distance
to stand in front of me
and become the only thing I see.

"I love you like the autumn mist
and sorely have you been missed"
is what I wished to utter,
but when tried I only stuttered.

She firmly took my hand in hers
as icy as if metal spurs
and led me out into the night
which only increased my plight.

I remember how we used to sit
fitting together like we were knit
and a tear I left un-shed
just as feelings I left unsaid.