Love Poem: Night's Passion
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Written by: Vladislav Raven

Night's Passion

Let your dream, be a dream of night, 
let it know fear and love’s delight, 
for I walk within each dark, powered scene, 
I am the love in your darkened dream.
Let us not tell of the horrors you pass,
of the mighty anguish, your heart does amass,
let us just speak of our darkened love,
and the one, who comes, from the darkness above.

You love the touch, of his deathly, cold hand, 
you thrill whenever, before you, he does stand, 
Candlelight flickers, your shadow dances, 
now comes the time, to take love’s chances.
Golden hair, in a waterfall flows, 
around the face, where love’s beauty grows, 
you hold close together, in a lover’s embrace, 
while, long-dead lips, kiss your Angel face.

Love flows forth, from captive brown eyes, 
both trapped in a vision of paradise, 
then lips meet lips and forth comes the pleasure, 
and love, it shall flow, measure for measure.
Into his night dominion, he welcomes you, 
here you shall stay, the whole night through, 
and as does come, the first rays of the sun, 
you shall lie in a bed, a lonely one.

But now your heart is beating true,
love does fill your heart anew, 
now your thoughts are on just one thing, 
and now your heart does truly sing.
a kiss lights the fire, of love’s domain, 
and tears do fall, like love’s own rain, 
in joy abundant, you hold close to him, 
your cup of love, filled to the brim.

The smell of death, there is none here, 
you know there is nothing to fear, 
only love, in the flickering candlelight, 
love that you welcome, every night.
now, let the dream of love begin, 
you know, love can never be a sin, 
love flows through you, with every breath, 
you know you have kissed living death.

Yet sweet the kiss tastes on your lips, 
his strong hands, caress your hips, 
and now, within his rich, brown eyes, 
you see your lover’s paradise,
as his hands caress you soft, 
your heart is lifted, high aloft, 
no blood, shall your love take from you, 
to love you, this is all he wishes to do.

His love, the Shadrach Hah does never ration, 
he shall give his all, within Night’s passion.


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