More Often, Love Lies Yearning Poem by Niall Limelaw

There is a place, a plain where oft
I'll linger. And the darkness here breathes so loud,
It melts the stars themselves, which slide
Down the indigo canvas, and slip
Beneath the horizon, leaving lipstick kisses of light that I still pray on every night.

And when the sun rises, and sees the scene
He gives a knowing smile, and burns all the brighter
Turns the residues to ashy hues
And whispers tomorrow will be all the lighter.

Before he too soon bids farewell
And his Twilight Watchmen fail to quell
The onset of the Chilling core
That whispers we've been here before

And I draw the black blanket up to my shivered cheek, and warm it with your smile
And I shut my eyes tight until your branded face cools and fades, a flash in the eyelid,
ushered away by teary couriers

Thinking I'll last another night
And knowing I won't
And I wait for Mother Moon's swinging Scythe
Thinking my sacrifice was necessary
And knowing it wasn't.