There was a lamp, dark and
Black, It was rubbed, polished
The wrong way, Ash filled
Smoke filled the room, and it
Said a wish is to be made.

A desire, a thrill, an untimely
End to those who have done you ill.
"I will grant you these three"
"Do what you wish"
And I will always fulfil.

Wish one, thought through,
Motioned with a but a word
Spoken to this wisp of form
Eyes red as burning bright coal.

This wish is to bring a loved one back
"I wish for her to be in my arms"
"To sleep in my bed once"
Eyes awoken a silhouette greets
As sheets pulled back.

Horror absorbed before the eyes
As gaunt features meet tears
And screams and cries.
"I wanted her back, in my arms"
"You did not wish her alive"
For she was already dead. And isn't
Death the lonest sleep of your lives.

"Details my sir are the moments of thought"
You wished for her in your grasp,
But she was buried long after life had left.

"I wish"
"I wish"
Don't think, lips spit words in
Anger and anguish. And what happened
Now may happen again.
"I wish to see her, alive"
"Breathing upon my skin"

Wishing is said so it is done, a
Haze of moments , and once again
The smile so loved, a moment relived
And soon to end.
"What have you done"
"What trickery has your black mist once again done"

You wished for a moment, where
Breathe and life were one, you
Never said a,
Date,
Time,
Moments
Are many too infinite to  count, you didn't stipulate
Which one where life breathed out.

And with that steel crunched, this moment
Relived, Third wish, final count. I
Wish for her to be the survivor
I wish to trade my life so hers doesn't
Go without. and the car filled black
Ash as with each wish had done.

"Your wish is my command"
"Fair well friend"
As a third wish played out, Moments
Were passing as life choked out,
I saw her escape the wreckage,
Life for a life given with out doubt.

But a black lamp is as evil as it gets,
For his last moment in life, his
Beloved ran for help, only to be
Taken under the wheels of a van,
Black lamps INC
Was the sign on the back,
A tear fell, as the writing read out
"The devil is in the details"
"You should always think things out"

She had survived the accident,
My life given without a doubt.
But what I hadn't said how long
My loves life moments, years, its the
Details that will get you, now not
Only one life lost but two now fading out.

My uncle used to tell me that the clouds would
get lonely so they would come to the ground
in fog form to hang out.
But now I think that the clouds
and the ground are secret lovers,
but everyone is against them.
The sky separates them
and the humans have terrible accidents
when they get lost in it.
Humans get lost in the thickness of their love.
There is no softer breath-taking kiss
than when the fog kisses the ground.