Lover Lilac

As the hours pass by and vanish to night
Still awake in the gloom sits the old sodomite
His desire to own her, love endless; insane
Will this madness one day be his fall, be his bane?

With eyes of pure magic
His smile enigmatic
With a gait and a voice; endlessly charismatic
He has thralled hearts a-thousand
Yet one has been chosen
And still she turns down all his passions, awoken

She's a breath from the past, a delight to behold
Her smile's of a heaven no prophets foretold
Her features are softer than Kashmir on silk
Yet her tongue drips of venom, a corrupted C'athrilk

Will his dreams let him be
Should she answer his plea
To be his and forever cease living as free
Or will darkness consume
This mad fiddler, marooned
On an isle of damnation, bereft of the moon

Will his heart once again
Become whole, will it mend
Will this wind without housing at last find a friend?
Or will restlessness take him
Awaken Seraphims
To leave her in shatters as countless past victims

16/09/09