My wings unfurl with the colors of pearls
In my arms she dances and twirls
Her dark hair dims the dying sun
Night is born when the day is done
The silvery moon shines through her eyes
Passion burns me to ashes in the skies
Scattered like little stars upon the wind
I am to your sacrificial altar pinned
You prepare my shroud with ultimate care
I want to struggle yet do not even dare
You tempt me to taste your lips divine
You may imprison me, my soul cannot confine
In your grip my heart is burning to a cinder
You used my body for your kindling tinder
You bestowed upon me your sweet embrace
Banished my soul without a shimmering trace
To my everlasting kingdom I flew unconfined
By your chains in no mortal form enshrined
A fallen Angel resting in a glorious tomb
Which cruel god had decreed my youthful doom?
Max O’Reilly
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