Strikes of lightning in the cosmic chaos

Turn the sands of time to molten glass.

Hours swiftly flow into minutes,

While mere seconds bubble over into days.

Moments ooze through galaxies

Past foreign planets and forgotten stars.

The universe explodes with echoes of its history,

An eternity absorbed in a flash of light.

Instances once fleeting, now span for lifetimes,

Stretched between stars like fresh taffy.

Glimpses into the future are visible

in reflections of the hardened past.

She is beautiful,

But it's an eerie beauty,

Haunting in a romantic type of way.

She lurks in the shadows,

Calling to me softly like doves on an Autumn morning.

Her skin is as smooth and pale as fine china,

Glistening gently under the iridescent silver moonlight.

Long, coal black strands fall loosely around her chiseled features.

She glances at me through ice blue eyes,

Taunting me from across the room.

She preys upon me, knowing that I am weak.

I want to leave with her so badly.

I long to press my tired lips on her plush, inviting ones.

I ache for the comfort of her company.

She is desirable like no other.

She knows just how badly I angst for her touch.

Oh, how easily I could slip into her grasp,

Yet still she keeps her distance.

She understands that, once I am ready,

I will come running to her cold embrace.

I am consumed by pain.

I cannot wait a moment longer.

My heart throbs for the black haired beauty.

Through toilsome breaths,

I beckon her,

And with light steps,

She silently saunters towards me.

No words need to be exchanged.

We both know what is coming.

We both know what we want.

Her firm grip is asserted upon my shoulder.

With a swift movement, her lips suddenly rest on mine.

Slowly, I feel my body become numb.

My soul is no longer devoured by anguish.

Towering black wings burst from her back, exposing her true form.

She encases me in her warm plumage.

I feel a snap.

Death releases our lip lock,

My fading corpse no longer embraced by rich feathery darkness.

I did it.

At last, I have crossed over to the other side.

She is beautiful,

But it's an eerie beauty,

Haunting in a romantic type of way.

She lurks in the shadows,

Calling to me softly like doves on an Autumn morning.

Her skin is as smooth and pale as fine china,

Glistening gently under the iridescent silver moonlight.

Long, coal black strands fall loosely around her chiseled features.

She glances at me through ice blue eyes,

Taunting me from across the room.

She preys upon me, knowing that I am weak.

I want to leave with her so badly.

I long to press my tired lips on her plush, inviting ones.

I ache for the comfort of her company.

She is desirable like no other.

She knows just how badly I angst for her touch.

Oh, how easily I could slip into her grasp,

Yet still she keeps her distance.

She understands that, once I am ready,

I will come running to her cold embrace.

I am consumed by pain.

I cannot wait a moment longer.

My heart throbs for the black haired beauty.

Through toilsome breaths,

I beckon her,

And with light steps,

She silently saunters towards me.

No words need to be exchanged.

We both know what is coming.

We both know what we want.

Her firm grip is asserted upon my shoulder.

With a swift movement, her lips suddenly rest on mine.

Slowly, I feel my body become numb.

My soul is no longer devoured by anguish.

Towering black wings burst from her back, exposing her true form.

She encases me in her warm plumage.

I feel a snap.

Death releases our lip lock,

My fading corpse no longer embraced by rich feathery darkness.

I did it.

At last, I have crossed over to the other side.   

She is beautiful,

But it's an eerie beauty,

Haunting in a romantic type of way.

She lurks in the shadows,

Calling to me softly like doves on an Autumn morning.

Her skin is as smooth and pale as fine china,

Glistening gently under the iridescent silver moonlight.

Long, coal black strands fall loosely around her chiseled features.

She glances at me through ice blue eyes,

Taunting me from across the room.

She preys upon me, knowing that I am weak.

I want to leave with her so badly.

I long to press my tired lips on her plush, inviting ones.

I ache for the comfort of her company.

She is desirable like no other.

She knows just how badly I angst for her touch.

Oh, how easily I could slip into her grasp,

Yet still she keeps her distance.

She understands that, once I am ready,

I will come running to her cold embrace.

I am consumed by pain.

I cannot wait a moment longer.

My heart throbs for the black haired beauty.

Through toilsome breaths,

I beckon her,

And with light steps,

She silently saunters towards me.

No words need to be exchanged.

We both know what is coming.

We both know what we want.

Her firm grip is asserted upon my shoulder.

With a swift movement, her lips suddenly rest on mine.

Slowly, I feel my body become numb.

My soul is no longer devoured by anguish.

Towering black wings burst from her back, exposing her true form.

She encases me in her warm plumage.

I feel a snap.

Death releases our lip lock,

My fading corpse no longer embraced by rich feathery darkness.

I did it.

At last, I have crossed over to the other side.   

She is beautiful,

But it's an eerie beauty,

Haunting in a romantic type of way.

She lurks in the shadows,

Calling to me softly like doves on an Autumn morning.

Her skin is as smooth and pale as fine china,

Glistening gently under the iridescent silver moonlight.

Long, coal black strands fall loosely around her chiseled features.

She glances at me through ice blue eyes, 

Taunting me from across the room.

She preys upon me, knowing that I am weak.

I want to leave with her so badly.

I long to press my tired lips on her plush, inviting ones.

I ache for the comfort of her company.

She is desirable like no other.

She knows just how badly I angst for her touch.

Oh, how easily I could slip into her grasp, 

Yet still she keeps her distance.

She understands that, once I am ready,

I will come running to her cold embrace.

I am consumed by pain.

I cannot wait a moment longer.

My heart throbs for the black haired beauty.

Through toilsome breaths, 

I beckon her, 

And with light steps,

She silently saunters towards me.

No words need to be exchanged. 

We both know what is coming. 

We both know what we want.

Her firm grip is asserted upon my shoulder.

With a swift movement, her lips suddenly rest on mine. 

Slowly, I feel my body become numb. 

My soul is no longer devoured by anguish. 

Towering black wings burst from her back, exposing her true form.

She encases me in her warm plumage.

I feel a snap.

Death releases our lip lock, 

My fading corpse no longer embraced by rich feathery darkness.

I did it. 

At last, I have crossed over to the other side.