Reyvrex Questor Reyes

Your lips are shut, betraying not a word,
But what beckoned were sparkles from your eyes,
This stranger, thus encouraged did afford,
To come cubits nearer, yet soonest dies;
For thousand suns brighten your lovely face,
Such sight to see a galaxy away,
That when you ventured closer to my space,
You were best seen through shades of darkest gray;
Just how such dream did flourish as it might,
Though wrought in ciphers, but of sheer disguise,
Yet mysterious to mind of no insight,
And often left to fate of sad demise;
....By cowards who died many times before,
....Until finally knocking at your door.