I am submerged into your darkness
As I wait for your return.
Holding on to Amber claimless;
If I let go, you'll feel the burn.
You lit a torch into my vein,
But did you kindle it with care?
As the empty sky desists its reign,
Will it distend my hungry flare?
If some of my latest work seems dark to you, it is because I am doing some medieval themes for my graphic arts business. This one is complete, but I'm having problems putting it in my blog.
I'm good, though! Much love, Ivy