Where the light does not enter
Is where I’ll find you entombed,
I can feel your heartbeat
Whispers carried by a sigh of the weather
A zephyr rustling through every fiber
Breathing through my sleeves.

I hear you.
I feel you.

Where the moon shies behind
The cover of black satin cloud,
I’ll take you under dead oak canopies
In your polished cherry wood chariot
Where the nocturnal ones scurry,
As I park you past where  their toe-tapping susurrus
Leaves a gentle tuft of leaves like a gentle blanket.

Within the cusp of deep dusk
And the heart of the sylvan columns
Red-eyed ****** watching from tree tops
Hooting in encouraged delight,
As I open your door,
Adoring the way you rest so peacefully.

Whisper sweet
Into the thick of the fog
Rolling through like a clashing wave of cool, misty cover
As bats screech and ballet across the black sky
Where the smattering of glittery diamonds
Sparkle just for you, if you would open your eyes.

I uncork my vineyard's bounty
As the red drips and pours over your alabaster face
Across those unchanged but chapped pink lips,
As sapphire eyes shoot awake like a Narcan spike
I am met with your embrace and a kiss to the palm,
Lapping up the elixir, you savor it like a favorite flavor
And I know I have done well.

I hear you,
I feel you,
Countess.

I once was a pirate, terror at sea
Sailed past all currents, tamed the fiercest beasts,
Kissed the wild waves, achieved unmatched feats
Mortals shivered, the o-cean; scared of me!

Cursed was I, heart a lock; needed a key,
Tasked to venture where even God retreats!
My crew fled- left to face my last defeat.
Drew my sword- if I were to die, Let be!

Long hours I searched, until at last, drew nigh
A maiden, one unlike I'd ever seen
Each breath, each glance drew me ever closer

Realised there was no key, it was a lie,
Drained my soul, to claim me was Death quite keen,
The Siren sang death, The pirate's wrath; over.

Our souls are dyed to match the dusk
And steeped in solemn, frigid rain.
We live adorned with shades of death
And consecrate what is profane.
The only things that glimmer here
Pierce through the skin and hang in chains.
Is it any wonder we all have
A curious love affair with pain?

Cold as winter’s snow,
Fear’s gravity weighed down my eyes,
Making my sight fixed on her radiant beauty.
Serpents in her hair and a serpentine sway of her hips hissed everywhere,
And she moved with an elegant snare.
Her cold and envious green gaze, like radiant jade, struck me.
I felt like one among the garden, growing vines from my mouth agape,
A simple possession ****** upon the beat of love.
But as copper tarnishes, so does my marbled finish,
Decaying and eroding through her ages.
She uses my form as an aegis,
and I am happily a common-place decor, a vase for her discretion.
Torn into malignant pieces,
I am fed to her hunger, taken in until visceral walls collapse the fragile rock.
Medusa, a love so starving that I would eat hemlock.