by Ken Allan Dronsfield
Yes, I shall freely admit, I love you,
as those dark creatures that stalk
the night are begging to be loved;
concealed in icy graying shadows
or a blackened cold haunted heart.
Albeit the Sun now just a blurred,
or starving evanescent memory.
Our faith is born after twilight;
whilst creeping among wispy
thoughts of anguished despair.
Raise hands high to hide even a
star shine as dark now be praised.
Walk the hushed paths and keep
faithless desires locked deep within.
I shall always be but a whisper away,
once the candles are extinguished.
For I’ll secretly ride upon the steamy
ribbons of impassioned desires within
your essence. Pursuing the rapture
while I chain the evil inner demons;
Shadow Souls waltz to a fiery flair.
Ken Allan Dronsfield is a Published Poet and Author originally from New Hampshire, now residing in Oklahoma. His published work can be found in Journals, Blogs and Magazines throughout the Web.