He is my temptation... My weakness... my paradox. Why will I not let him go, why wont I just walk away & close the door?
Am I but a choice, one he knows will quake when he is near, soar with his touch, be consumed by him...?
His tempest rages when he is near, he breathes her in, drinks her... but does he still crave her? Can he ever be happy? Will his black heart open to allow the storm to rage between them again?
Upon the wings of his tarn the tarnsman came in like a thief in the night and stole the heart of the maiden once again. Stoked her fires and made her burn.
In the night she was his, for that one amazing night they were a million passangs away from anything else that mattered.
However, no matter how long the night, dawn always breaks and reality always returns. He again left.
Now the tempest is in the black abyss, confusion, doubt, guilt.
The want to disappear is stronger than ever before, to fade into the inky shadows to never be heard of again, to be forgotten and never spoken of again... to never rage again, the dawn awakes and the tempest is gone... nothing but broken bits and pieces of her remain.
Am I but a choice, one he knows will quake when he is near, soar with his touch, be consumed by him...?
His tempest rages when he is near, he breathes her in, drinks her... but does he still crave her? Can he ever be happy? Will his black heart open to allow the storm to rage between them again?
Upon the wings of his tarn the tarnsman came in like a thief in the night and stole the heart of the maiden once again. Stoked her fires and made her burn.
In the night she was his, for that one amazing night they were a million passangs away from anything else that mattered.
However, no matter how long the night, dawn always breaks and reality always returns. He again left.
Now the tempest is in the black abyss, confusion, doubt, guilt.
The want to disappear is stronger than ever before, to fade into the inky shadows to never be heard of again, to be forgotten and never spoken of again... to never rage again, the dawn awakes and the tempest is gone... nothing but broken bits and pieces of her remain.
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