As our two shadows meet and new life unfurl.
Death will be undone and the cold of evil maybe draw nearer.
As my greater love for our passion blazes strongest from the softness of a candlelight,
To a velvet fire burning possessively and consumingly with a force to dominate
Yield to me dear if you choose, or stream out of my dry heart hastily,
Lest i take from you till you can give nomore,
Lest i dig within you for treasures to keep, those burried deep.
For inch by inch i am sown to the very shadow you see by my side.
To touch it with soul is to stain within.
To blow like the wind and unfurl darkness within.
It stays by me and tempts in hopes to contaminate my ageless.