EvelynLemon

Speak of the Devil And he appeared – eyes bright Whistle and he came near His haunting presence there all night A smirk is always playing at his lips The passage of all his lust The words that play and tease Yet somehow make you love him, trust When he came to see me He went straight to my bed Calling me to him – for a change His voice rough and smooth in my head His hands are always hot, burning They smolder on my skin, melting me Because I'm lost in him Lost in this place I should not be Hell is captivating, beautiful, dark Because of him I say this Him with the lost, bright eyes The one I long to kiss I know I

The Moon Her pale skin shone against the light As she followed me deeper still The soft summer leaves caressing her No one could ever guess she was ill If only there was a cure If only I could make her smile bright To take away all of her pain Even if it would only be good for one night "There's something in silence," I whisper She smiles at the folklore "The moon is singing," She nodded And her eyes reveal she's sore I can feel the tears sting "What's wrong?" Came her whisper "Oh why…" I cried at the sky "Why can't she be the moon? Why can't I save her?" She blinked at me, my precious star "That way you'll never fade."

It's time for weird dreams And the soft hum of bat wings Here nightmares can close my heart's seams Because this is where I find pretty things I want to dance with the skeletons in moon beams And forget what the garish, vile day brings I want ghosts to tell me sweet blasphemes And vampires to pretend that we are kings I want to walk along side streams Made of spider's wine and rum springs I want to be drunk from the cauldrons' steams And to feel the elves' mischievous stings All I can hear are whispered screams The night is too free to heed any warnings Because dear, it's time for weird dreams And the soft hum of bat wings...