Darkness a combustible sheet of exquisit beauty.
It scuttles through my mind in dazzling arrays.
Like the many crisp shades it owns.
Claw it close in dead winters.
Where many miles are grim smiles.
Light not the pain and anguish of tormented affection.
Darkness is the crown of woe.
A poisonous fume beset for the vile.
And the ever growing swamps on high.
It is precious to those willing to embrace it.
A love with sharp dagger teeth.
Curdling the mind of illusions.
But it is mine.
Mine to inherit and hold.
Mine to break apart the falsehood of my reality.
I am a demon, nay a monster.
Flames are my lover.
Darkness my mother.
I take both to bed.
They cherish me in sex and blood.
Written by MrE (C. R. Powers)
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