“A crimson Vow”
Your love comes dressed In midnight hues
A whisper sharp as shattered Glass
You trace my heart In shades of blue
Then burn it black as hour's passed
We dance where angels freaked to tread
In candle smoke and wilted roses
Each kiss a pact the moonlight read,
Each sigh a spell that never closes
You touch both daggers and delight
A fever I could never flee
You call me your beneath the night
And darkness swore you would die with me
Now every dream bleeds through my veins
Sweet venom cloaked in velvet art
For our love reigns forever
A curse a craving of the heart
About the Creator
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