…a song of sorrow

It is a night of darkest desires, a song of sorrow
a time when the beasts vent their loneliness
and the eternal one stirs
curling, icy wisps of death shroud his deathly form
a timeless wanting
his midnight hair cascades over translucent ivory shoulders
his full lips stained by blood, slowly parting, just slightly
breathing the last breath of the departing soul
slowly streaming from the pale flesh beneath him
soon to taste the tears, and then dance in a night of ecstasy
I remember him, I see him in my dreams
that formidable creature, that long night of darkness
the strange song of endings and the cold mist
that shrouded his walking form
an everlasting, unexplained desire, endless nights of pain
and I weep for what I never had
and for what I cannot keep
© Ann Bagnall