adorned by waning lunar sight
droplets dance, weaving light
stirring ceaseless eerie charm.
agonizing grief cloaked in ebony clouds
unfurls and strokes with brutal might.
every touch, glance a haunting melody that stains
echoing a rapture of passion, wild and clandestine.
in throes of a morbid torment
consuming the madness of a scent i looked
clinging to the rhythmic grasp.
- JO