Salome
Beauty of the Maliced-Night
Come to me, Wake me up
Forlorn I've been for Centuries
My heart beckons for the day
of the thought of You
Glimpsing in my dreams I see you fighting through
The Iron-Gate that held me too
You ordered my death in such a Beauty-Blinding way
How can I refuse?
The dust and sand of the desert's wane
Has left myself to Blame
The lust and land of the Desert's Wane
Suffocated me with the forlorn days
I've met you my lover
I've met you my execution
I've met you my Loving Shame
I've met you my Salome
Salome, Selfish Lover
Salome, Gates of Jerusalem hold you In
Salome, my Beauty
The Dust and Sand of the desert's wane
The Lust and Loving Shame
Has left Myself to Blame
I've Met You My Salome
Copyright © Wyatt Loethen | Year Posted 2012
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