Savor those years for thy are sweet.
And the moonlit nights….
They are a delight to thee eye.
When doth my sweet devil return upon thee hour to rest his bones with thee?
With that devil scent and his eyes like fire?
What is that which ensnares my own senses?
Who is that? That touches thine soul?
No, it is thy night is it not?
Those nights where the devil is upon thee with those sweet nectars?
Pity the night,
For I love thee! Devil!
You breathe light into my darkness.
Here is how you translate darkness into light.
You’re just there completing the missing puzzle to my world.
You are every piece of me that I love and cherish.
But you can’t possibly believe that.
Can you?
I remember that a dragon had swallowed the sun whole and in the night, would come out again and put it into the universe to breathe light into the world of men. But of course the dragon had birthed the sun and the world was again complete.
You were my whole sun but I was just your shooting star.
But it can’t be the end right now,
Or can it?