A Darker Side Of Hope
A mist of moonlight in the sullen gloom
Enshrouds a heart of sinister intent;
The promise of malevolence in bloom,
And life in search of retribution spent.
For mine is passion without end, nor sleep
To ease the spiteful writhing of the dark;
Your hollow love was never mine to keep,
And still your poisoned arrow struck its mark.
A venom drawn from sacred nectar, stained
In service of a malice most profane;
Defiled as my unsullied soul, now drained
Of all desire and pleasure but your pain.
In shadows of your lies, I learned to spurn
The light – until the day I watch you burn.