"Lover of the Night"

In Death we painlessly suffer
Heart-to-heart
Cheek-to-cheek
Brow-to-brow
We meet;
Calmly stand, we shake frozen hands
Mangled limbs arise to shake off their shackles, releasing winter's
sting
Wingless doves perched afar watching the darkened scene
None dares to send the voiceless message of the siren's accolade
Tortured cries are heard distinctly of victims burned to char
Growls from within break open the sacred mark
No sun can stretch its feathered hand to light the meeting of the moon and stars
As the guardian of the eventide unsheathes his double-edged sword
to corner the desirous prey
Chaos runs through the fields spreading wrath like angry hail
The time has draw we must make amends with fate and
death's eternal kiss, that now
lingers on my frayed and trembling lips