My Dark Lord … Poem by valsala shan

Softly the whispers of the night caress the flesh of my flesh..
Fingers of the dark one play their concerto on this melodious harp…
Stringing the echoes of the memories hidden in the depths of that flash…
Breaths merging as a sonnet intimately meshed in quivers sharp…

You are the love of many a wandering soul…
You beckon sweet thoughts of mystery and allure…
You are the life of this lost lamb who knows not his soul…
You draw all to your dark azure…
Silence, your shield and the moon and stars your magic spell doth cast a gloom....
The wishing-well of dreams abloom..

Breezing your path into the hidden myriad of thoughts in slumber..
You cast your magic spell upon the weaving trinkets of limberness..
Limpid, lovely pools of darkness beckon all in wonder…
Time is but a figment of the imagination wrapped in numbers…
For no one knows not whence you come and whence you leave…
You are the romance that is at once felt and at once bereaved…

Good morrow I wish you oh dark lord…
Good morrow I wish for your appearance again..
For I am the hapless victim of your swift sword…
A victim who knows not when this began…