Venom In Black Poem by Don Prem Legaspi

The skies pass,  As they should
Dark as they, from suns they soothe
And light peaks through the clouds
Piercing past the shroud
Uncovering a fair dame
Black enveloped shame
Shunning the light, with all her might
Her snow-white skin, supple as sin
Slowly let the warmth in

Then a wanderer, weary of the world
Vagabond of the wastes still spurned
Stolen by the dame of black
Retraints' fortitude, might lacked
In countless days of lone travel
Ravaging hungered hands unraveled
The black that covered the fair
And the dame stood before him bare
Sultried in the warmth of his stare

The quick, with swift resistance met
But agility came with a mind set
And his fervor coloured the air 
Of vibrant red, they shared
And the fair howled and screamed
Bathe in sweat and tears
Of pain or pleasure, cannot be deciphered
If more or none would satiate her
In white, the lover, helplessly stared

Taken from the folds of purity
Claimed with soulless enmity
The black draped the ground
Of fair mourning without a sound
But of the white fluttering in the air
From the lover, forlorned of all care
Of this fair and weary world
And a promise foul unfurled
Two lives meant, none shall spare

Fleet of feet and fluttering steel
Came white with death-hound heels
the clouds blacken, filled with tears
the winds shrieking as if in fear
Quickening white seeing wandering red
But the black he saw instead
Then tears proclaimed not meant to be
But to wander apart eternally
And in black's embrace the wanderer falters as well

The flames of envy now purged
Revenge in place of courage
The white withers in despair
Stricken with the venom in black
'til there was no looking back
But the coils of the wanderer and the fair   
Burn with him!
Die with him!
The lover in white's curse aired
At last, emptiness devours
Replacing sterling shared vows
The wanderer white, no hearts will share