Hade's Calling

She appears like a quiet flow
of gentle timeless and pure glowing
show from a waterfall of sustenance.

Smooth skin, angelic sweet of a gift
touching my demonic diary memoirs,
frozen in time as the pages flicker
and re-writes like a newly pressed hand.

Her eyes a purity of splashes
of green illustrated
mesmerizes me
with a gaze loving
silk sown teasing dress,
fiery red silky worship
of every flick of hair
rosy painless smile
and cheeks I hesitantly dare
but as this keeper of the fires,
she not even be-wares...

Arrogance smirks as lungs bursts
and I realize a prince's calling,
divine is holy  to steal from apple tree?
But does not the sun need the moon
so the uniting of light merges with dark?

If temptation of two heart shaped
touching fingertips leads to ruin,
then let it damn well be,
ancient crumbling drawings
will be scrawled on every wall in hell
as I'm lost to something never to sell.
Warmth of a Goddess born to heavens
Lips moist like berries I tastily inhale...