I approach the room
Just beyond the door
Darkness
Always looking for my love
Cobwebbed walls look intently upon me
Admonishing
Urging me
Run
Yet I will not leave without you.
The moon peers
through a broken window
Casting its blue light on my pallid skin
Blood red lips yearn to kiss you
Fingernails painted the shade of death  
Search in vain for your frail shoulders
Wine on the mantle
the color of deep crimson  
A half-drunk glass
A knife
A scream
I will never leave without you

Oh fair mortals, heed my call
For I am the God of the hunt, mighty and tall
In forests deep and meadows green
My presence is felt, my power unseen

With bow in hand and arrows true
I roam the land, my prey in view
The beasts of earth, both great and small
Are subject to my aim, one and all

Oh how I revel in the thrill
Of the chase, with every skill
My keen eyes scan the terrain
For my next target, I shall not refrain

From the mighty stag with antlers wide
To the timid hare, I do not hide
For I am the master of this game
And all creatures within, know my name

But do not think me cruel or cold
For I am also the protector bold
Of balance in nature, I ensure
That life and death remain pure

So heed my call, oh mortal kind
For in me, your strength you'll find
For I am the God of the hunt
And in my realm, all creatures are one.

So when you wander in the wild
Remember me, the God of the hunt, mild
For in every creature, my spirit lives
And in their survival, my power thrives.

What is love, and how should I describe it?
A smile, a heart that beats only for me,
A flickering star in your eyes, that lit,
Blue sky, a high mountain, the deepest sea.

Winds that gently carries all your whispers,
Flowers that smell like your breath in mornings,
The cold spring's rain giving me soft shivers,
The freedom of the soul, spreading its wings.

The rising sun that caresses your hair,
The rain that mingles with your happy tears,
The breath of life, the water, and the air,
Blissful seconds, hours, decades, hundred years.

My love for you will never cease nor die,
"Would none had ever loved but you and I!"

He is now the color the dawn wears for me to behold each morning
no matter how bland and monotonous is the rising

He is the serenading hello conveyed by the birds' early lilt
when I'm amongst limping creature bound to wilt

He fills up the cup of my luscious refreshment-
a dose to quench me with merriment

He is that perking mood to start my day
and a pause to breathe fine in the middle of a fray

I know nothing beyond his name
and he's another bright portrait I cannot claim

I'd like for him to not just be a tempting limerence
that this may never be a departing sentence...