Sepia

Unto the Moorish King I once seduced upon the land as his blessed amulet against the glare of sun shined      
Closing my eyes in reminisce as I still feel the warmth of our spirits entwined      
I bowed to the fifth wonder of his astral soul      
Soft whispers to my ear his vows flowed      
Meet me in the middle of the beginning of time      
A place where Frankincense and myrrh greeted our temples, royal chalices we sipped honeyed wine      
                        
To covet a King’s soul is found to be the sweetest work of art                  
No beginning, passion of the minds, divinity of souls our greatest start                  
We breathe, we love, two hearts we merge                  
In the realm of humanity, spoken words we softy purge                  
Dancing in the moonlight, our souls shall tangle                  
On the threshold of goodbyes, our hearts in time we nakedly dangle                  
In the taste of ecstasy whet your appetite from my greatness of glory      
Let the sepia pages worn by fate be the remembrance of our story