Interred: January 31, 2000

By Alus Shadow

Brown and gold,

Flowing locks.

Silken strands,

Glide between my fingers.

Deep pools of ice,

Through which she sees.

Into darkness she gazes,

Her eyes locking onto mine.

Glistening sharpness,

Piercing tips,

Draining lifeblood,

Slipping through my skin.

Voice so soothing.

Echoing laughter.

Her words

I drink them in.

Who she is,

What she is,

She’s perfect.

She’s mine.

So dark,

So cold,

Hardened by pain,

What am I?

A heart.

Of an Immortal.

Cold, unfeeling.

I have no regrets.

But then I look upon her,

The mysteries in her smile teasing my mind.

My heart warms as she kisses me.

I have no regrets.

When I think of her,

I know that I can love again.

My heart knows no limits,

My mind no boundaries.

When she crosses my thoughts,

My spirit lifts.

And when my darkness returns,

I have no fear.

I feel her arms snake around me.

Holding me close.

I feel her lips resting upon my own,

Her eyes closed with mine.

Her kisses are precious,

Her arms as needed as breath.

Her heart lives within my heart.

My own within hers.

I stand within her presence,

Her eyes speaking words she never could.

Her heartbeat telling stories.

Of darkness of light.

She is evil and goodness,

She is dark and light,

She is power and meekness,

She is my love.

Thousands of years I’ve lived.

Thousands of years I’ve loved.

Thousands of years I’ve fought.

Yet her power over my heart knows no competition.

Many I have slaughtered,

In battle and in cold blood.

Yet when she calls my name, I surrender.

I have no defense.