Warm ivory skin, I feel your tender kiss under the pale North star. I am a seraph with broken wings praying for your love to materialize before me. My mind is in disorder, so I follow the fantasy thoroughly. Temptress, what your hate has done to me. I shall quell this here while elsewhere you reveal your secrets. Your passion flickers on the grounds of eternity as you narrate my portion on the long cherished path. I lose the sense of myself just as I long for your touch, like rose petals softly plummeting on piano keys. I hear the spirits calling your name upon the black, brick road as I stray from you in my nightmares. Empress of the dark, am I breathing or dreaming as your venom devours my brawn. In the deep caverns of stars I drift among the nebula seeking your love perpetually.