Twist your thorn into my side,
but kiss and look me in the eye.
Spit your poison into my wounds,
say you love me as I watch you lie.
Hands once fed me love, now cages me in
My great Artifice I could never deny
Rape your hate between your guilt and vows,
as silent eyes cares no more to ask why.
My sleep and shoulders you heavy with burden,
one day for the Dark you will cry.
Threats on black wings that seek the cold winds.
Till poetry wrote....
"come to me, ravens always know where to fly."