Her phase,my concern

The cold rested within the winds tapping upon my stew
inside as I patiently waited for the wrapping of serenity to calm
my comedy among this four walled world,as yet windowless and
still the passion of torture covyed as if a breath from a dove stained my
attire of exsitance,gingerly I tip toed along the cracks in my floor dirfting
into a sound of chatter,one day for seen to be more then a entrance craved
in her mistakes crashing into my stew straddling a black winged bird as so a raven chanced the winds too fondle my illusions of her,like so on into silence
her skin taste of decit yet her blood mirrored my intentions mystified as the cold slaved within the rest I needed to find that I am worthless yet beautifully caged as I hide from the ravens wings tempting me to fly on inwardly over the heavens shadows blissfully striking  the zealous calls of Poseidon yet my chambers I creep
Enthrolling the inhales of ecstasy I bargained for her to starve on into a forgotten flight awhile my four walled world rested