You slip between the folds
of time and memory
Soft black velvet enveloping
the soul of Desire.
You stare back with
cold star-lit eyes
twinkling like diamonds
in the black tapestry of night.
You reach and you strain
against a heart that beats
out the refrain of
service and light.
Your cries are that of the banshee
whose shrieking echoes back from
the terrifying wings of the
phoenix reborn.
I greet you in dark caverns
foul breath and stench of decay
death's first grasp in response
to hunger for
renewed Life.
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