You glow from diffused moon Soft fists in young night My touch blooms to extinguish I cannot hold the charcoal grey Soot of longing and despair You in glory the god of mystic
She clasped his face In her hands firmly She broke off the kiss To read his weary skin Her eyes peered into his dark ones Dead dreams swirled in them All she saw was magical madness This moment encased their worship Together they were a nascent universe Her devotion to be devoured His lips inflamed for her touch He struggled to kiss her weak She held him more torn and lost "Your lips are too pure to kiss me"
At the throat of the world He is despondent, and disillusioned Wildfire sneaky devil in heaven He is a kid, a miracle and death I hate can't that tired soul I want him to be everything