Lunar Dreams

Her hair as black as a raven
her eyes as deep as the sea
with a love that the winged seraphs of heaven
coveted and bled for.

We swore an oath of blood and soil
that we will never part again
as I kissed her face as pale as death
she withered like a rose.

Nightleaves…thorns carved my chest
Nightleaves…take my breath away

I wander the path of eternal darkness
a trace to find behind your closed eyes
I drown within the beauty of your sorrow
as the moon comes out of a cloud by night.

Last night I awoke from a dream
by the song of the nightingale
I stared into the dark
but it was no one there.