The sweet smell of the grass,
and the still light of the moon.
Perfect moment for us.
Our special time alone.
Under the starlit sky,
we taste each other’s lips.
How I melt in your embrace,
as the world remains asleep.
You whisper a secret,
dark and sinister, I hear.
Yet, your voice some music,
enigmatic to resist.
Thus, screams shatter the night,
foul, unspeakable curses.
As hooded men invade,
I hold on to your clutches.
Lover’s night into fight,
I yell, I weep and you claw
Alas, rivals have triumphed,
everything turns into black.
My heart bleeds as I wake,
finding no presence of you.
Murderous men have calmed,
beneath their feet – a demon!
(c) Phoenix Montoya @ October 23, 2010
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