Oh woe. Oh sorrow.
Alas, that it should come to this.
The Sun and stars no longer shine.
My day has reached its end.
Precious but painful.
It calls to me like the morning sun.
Its warmth and light embrace me.
I dreamed a dream of days gone by. I heard a voice from a time long past. I looked up to find a friend I had not seen for many years. Twas the voice of innocence.
I heard the cry of pain. Pride, vanity, a mortal stain. I looked up to see eyes aglow, branding the coldest Winters' snow.
Loves Keen Sting
I walked along an empty road. Twas dark as night and the weather dreary. I heard a noise and turned to see a sight most pleasing to mine eyes. Behold in the distance. A spectral form. A shining beacon in the night. I am smitten. I run and run. for what seems like hours. Alas you remain ever distant. I have gained no ground. I reach out my hand and in a gasping voice cry out. Prezioso. Prezioso. Come to he who loves you dearly.
I am a 28 year old male. I grew up in a small town and was raised by a loving and devoted mother. My father was never in the picture. Lets see. I am gay. I enjoy poetry, music, theater, opera, art, dancing and singing.