Exiled
My love, an exiled of your reign,
I might have lost your love, but not the sense,
Who dares to oust me from such grace?
He who dares must meet my pain.
My love, I'm exiled of your love,
In some other arms I have not found,
Such essence,
Such touch,
My nightmares turning into lust.
Compelled by your grace,
Expelled from your reign,
I was not but a fool!
Turned into your slave.
By your grace, by your grace...
Damned be your grace!
Which allured me to stay.
Damned be your eyes!
Whose innocence made me bend.
Damned be your face...
For drawing the perfect dream,
Nightmare of my nights,
Yet my reason to live.
Damned be your grace...
- Sek Chavira, January 15th, 2015.
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