*lovelorn* (Draft - 28-9-2014) Poem by Jimmy Brouwers

Valkyrie Moon take forever my life
Make of Her a flower that blossoms,
and my blood be that gentle stream
that feeds Her paramour dreams.

Always I have imagined, a kiss betide to woods
but like the hated Satan faun,
I became black grimoires pawn.

In this forest where mist weaves webs,
forced to the soil by glaring ebbs.
Still resolute like a man insane,
I still give my life for your name!

Unlike I that would gladly hone,
you wish the company of bark bones.
by those silhouettes that grease my pain,
I the foible became your Cain.

As the wolves howl to Moons,
Mine fogged; by the intervene of goons.
Many Moons darkened, intertwined everywhere,
Still lycanthropic to your scent in the air.

For I still love this muse forevermore...
attracting me like waves to a shore;