Look to heaven, the darkening skies;
Find my face in thunder and rain.
Power of rapture leading you home,
Heating your blood and driving you on.
Whispers of passion, a breath of sweet pain;
Give in to me...and begin again.
I am the demon that haunts your night,
The follower of none that burdens your sight,
A gleam of something more hidden in your eyes.
A promise of evil, a symphony of lies.
Forbidden jealousy and carnal delights,
Mingled with the poison of lust-filled nights.
I am hunger and longing for what cannot be,
A fallen angel's breath, tormented eternity.
Raise your eyes and find me...standing tall, alone.
Reach for me and touch my hand,
A brush of life...then beauty's gone.
Find my face in thunder and rain.
Power of rapture leading you home,
Heating your blood and driving you on.
Whispers of passion, a breath of sweet pain;
Give in to me...and begin again.
I am the demon that haunts your night,
The follower of none that burdens your sight,
A gleam of something more hidden in your eyes.
A promise of evil, a symphony of lies.
Forbidden jealousy and carnal delights,
Mingled with the poison of lust-filled nights.
I am hunger and longing for what cannot be,
A fallen angel's breath, tormented eternity.
Raise your eyes and find me...standing tall, alone.
Reach for me and touch my hand,
A brush of life...then beauty's gone.
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Mingles with dappled rays of sunlit gold. - Hunger at allpoetry
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For years I hid beneath the sun, - Death Walks in Black Steel at allpoetry
It's time again. I've been here before,
but I never get enough of that feeling.
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Whisper Mckee on March 14, 2008I love your poem on your face page. I've had demons haunt my night. Actually that is where some of my best stories and poems come from.
