Hush my love no weeping for me
life is transitory and I am still here
you touch me my love, you know of me
many times I have been there

Only you know how to love a dead man
a creature without a care
one of knowing much
the last of those of blood and guts

My transitory stance
that with all my darkness you romance
with such innocence
I shield you from the dark

My empires are such
that if they knew of my deeds
they would in these lands
call me that one of blood and guts

Winter has gone
but my heart is cold
without your caress
I would grow deathly and bold


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris