Restless night.

[arcuspluviusincitus]

When the night is dark and dreary and the moon has taken flight

there I lie weak and weary and sweat it through out the night.

The cold wet winds ever blowing and the clouds cluster the sky above

There scarlet steamed sheets cover the all aching body that dreamt of my love.

 

His eyes shun like gleaming gems and his hair glossed like sliver sand

His lips pouting with pure scarlet as his body caressed his lily hand.

"Thou art fairer then Aphrodite" I yell which I knew to be true.

"My love will never falter and I shan't get over you!"

 

I tossed and turned frantically as the frosted breeze blew in.

And blew out all the candles as the cries of a banshee begin.

 

"Thou love me?" I wept in my dream " Thou love me?"

"Thine know not?" Answered a voice "Thine now not?"