What of this!?

Her sweet madness beautiful as snow,

that by starlight, the rushes lean over her wide!

The intoxication of her insanity draws me close.

            Her voice, calling out my name;

                        - haunting me.

The moonlight pours out upon her -

her wickedness is shown, who dreams with

             - a nest of mad kisses; a thousand years sad regrets.

She is my agony -

my cage -

            my demise.

                        My loss of sanity is due her.

She is haunting,

such madness is this?

I cared nothing for all,

she is my breath, I can't live without.

My essence,

            - sighing around her where the stars are sleeping.

                        The scented twilight, I hung there.

She became my gallows -

my wandering noose -

my demise -

the fall of a tragic poet.

            She is the bearer of my heart, locked away;

                        I am nothing.

I am nothing

but a man locked in chains,

who bears no voice;

            a victim to her madness

                        - her bitter sweet madness, beautiful as snow.

She stole my heart -

my voice -

my name.

I am her insanity as she is mine.

She left me, her ghost to wander

            - sighing around her where the stars are sleeping.

                        The scented twilight, I hung there.
                                          Written by Adam M. Snow 

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