Mystic dreams of darkened night I await my lover of the twilight In the foggy mist, is it he I see or just a fantasy

Nocturnal lover come to me I beg to serve and please I yearn to feel your embrace and leave you with my taste

Under the pale moonlight we meet His embrace so cold and deep His eyes as dark as the abyss His gaze I cannot resist

Entwined in our lovers embrace He begs for just one taste He kisses me and leaves his mark Now I'm his mistress of the dark

Because I could not stop for Death by Emily Dickinson

Because I could not stop for Death, He kindly stopped for me; The carriage held but just ourselves And Immortality.

We slowly drove, he knew no haste, And I had put away My labor, and my leisure too, For his civility.

We passed the school where children played, Their lessons scarcely done; We passed the fields of gazing grain, We passed the setting sun.

We paused before a house that seemed A swelling of the ground; The roof was scarcely visible, The cornice but a mound.

Since then 't is centuries; but each Feels shorter than the day I first surmised the horses' heads Were toward eternity.

Shining down on cold dark wings,
An angel of Death, has come to call.
Showing you his ethreal grace.
While barbwire thorns,of a fire rose,
Explode upon the vine.
The wall is cold, a granit spire,
A breath is on the air.
Now that death has come to call,
You say you did not know his name.
The blood you shed, the cries you heard,
The deaths you caused, the lies you told.
Whispering in the darkest times,
And Shadowing the light.
You made your bed on the walls of hell,
Expecting none to harm you.
Now your gone, on the wind you once had,
None to mourn you but the lone cry.
The stench of death you take with you,
To all of those who cared.
Finding that they loved you still,
Your sobs are on the wind.
You take the job of your Shining friend,
Another life to end.

Dancing on Her Grave

Out of time,
she sways
to music that only her soul
can hear.
There's a gentl madness
in the beat
of her broken heart.
Shattered dreams 
beneath her feet
and still she dances on;
flame to flicker,
spark to embers,
ashes to the wind.

run through the forest to go home