sorrow with the talented Adagio

 
with a request for the ill intended
to kiss the soul you must move slowly
seduce me out of my sanctuary

blackened offerings rise as incense
tendrils of dread proceed me
I'm already in your mind churning
anxiety chokes out the notion of fleeing

you come closer to the spectacle
of my anger and grief
edifying my rage, feasting off of your horror
a great emptiness wells
a fountain of sorrow

you reach in to comfort
I pull you down into a pit of despair
yes, my friend you will feel me

to seduce you from the sanctuary  
a place of ill-gotten affairs of the heart
I surrender my soul and gauntlet
to rest your soul

believing in words of tempered oaths
I give you my pledge to be your Sir  
and honor your fragrant shawl
until my breath is no more