I come to my love
as she sleeps.
The moon is full and it shines through the open window like a beacon. As she lies on the bed I gaze at her beauty, she is pale in the moonlight. A goddess.
Her long black hair
is spread out on her pillow framing the most angelic face I have ever seen.
Never again will this happen, this night will be different. She has felt my presence
and waits for me in the dark. The lingering kisses of the morning
have given me away, so it shall be for this night only, for I cannot stay
in this world too long. Here I am a phantom to most, the troubled
see me as I walk, but think I am part of their living nightmare.
The blind sense my presence as I pass in the eternal darkness.
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