So, now it comes down to this,
Love thy misery or partake in bliss.
Regarding the statue of my sleep,
Concrete tomb from which I weep.
The sun comes up and bids me rest,
With a naming and sigile upon my chest.
Watching over, plotted ground,
Singing songs without a sound.
Still the moon, brings me alive,
I await for her to arrive.
To hold her in my granite arms,
Placing her above all worldy charms.
Feel her kisses, on my face,
touch her lines, my hands to trace.
Swelling with the needs of fire,
Sweetly speak the tongue, desire.
Dance upon the worlds forgotten,
When winter comes and grounds lays rotten.
In the misty glow , and gloom,
We share each others, heart and plum.
 How long the night, will keep us togeather,
Long enough to seem forever.
Nothing seperates us but sun,
For me to sleep and she to run,
For niether can widthstand its pain,
She would die and I be slain.
By the rays of golden rod,
She'd turn to dust and I to sod,
For the blood she drinks, makes her its prey,
Will I in sun am stone to stay.
She'll return upon the dusk,
I am awakened by her scent of musk.
In that morrow, I dream today,
I die each moment she is away.
So come to me with moon rise's call,
My eternal lover, loved most of all.