As night falls
romance covers
her wounded
heart.

From nigh' to morn'
te' crows knew,
awaiting the night
at dusk, love
shattering
the nightly mood.

Her lips awoke
the sleeping city,
grabbing the moon,
as the stars
screamed.

Blood dripping
from her lustful
sword, time to
cast away hurtful
memories

Requited love
burning like
embers, melting
frigid hearts.

Unbridled passions;
nay of ceasing,
bereft of fear,
aught of pleasing.

Truly nothing
of all sums,
tis rare or fine,
ever is so nigh
‘til morrow comes.