By darkness mid sweet night.
Blurred dreams in royal blue.
In placated sense of self delight.
A heart of gold was stole from you.
Captured in true reality.
This dream no more doth hover.
The wailing of the banshee.
Who once was trusted lover.
Thy man from sleep.
Who flowers brings.
Will surely weep.
When promises of wedding rings.
Through vacant eyes thee waits to see.
If truly darling thou wants me.

By ladylivvi1

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