There is a twilight in your eyes
A grim omen
Bidding those that gaze to be distant
A nebula impregnable by life
An ode to dark solitude
A disguise that only I see through
Behind the veil
Lady yearning lonely sits
Awaiting for a crimson dawn
I see your darkness
I bow my head in acceptance
And I yearn to imbibe it
Like of opeline
Burning down my throat
Setting fire to my soul
Like the fires
Of consuming desire
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