I become <br />a blade of darkness <br />in the noonday sun. <br />The pain <br />of daylight in my soul <br />if soul I have <br />burns through my veins, <br />invites me to my knees; <br />and I, primeval, <br />snarl at my gods <br />who bend me <br />to their service <br />and modern, <br />cloaked in the current day, <br />see my awful beauty <br />and weep <br />for its futility. <br />I am alone <br />shall always be alone <br />beneath their gentle yoke. <br />It chafes me to have made <br />these choices. <br /> <br />My Lady watches me <br />deep in her half year sleep. <br />My Lord glows hot <br />and I, I must forsake <br />my proper darkness; <br />I crave the blood dark wine <br />that stills my soul <br />if soul I have <br />and takes from me <br />the pain of knowing <br />who and what I am. <br />My Lover calls me home <br />I have forsworn him <br />to taste the fleeting <br />human pleasure <br />that betrays me. <br />His cold embrace <br />is waiting and I <br />would like to die <br />the greater, final death. <br />Why do I choose <br />to bear this pain? <br />I know all the ways <br />of silence.<br /><br />Midnight Clarity<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/darkness-walking/
