Of midnight skies

Death, carry me away,
my tormented heart does ache.
Oh, love, it feels so in vein,
but yet the feeling shall remain.
Like a proud, bright shining star,
that reminds me from afar;
that you're there still in my heart,
where we shall never be apart,
Yet, I shall never sing.

I dream of me like a puppet pulled by strings,
and of love, a wanted thing.
you were the wind beneath my wings.
But here I hang on thorns,
and my heart, of scarlet worn,
in a world of love, forlorn.

I am alone,
searching for the light,
that lurks beneath midnight skies.
What black witchcraft,
has removed you from my heart?
and what deep thoughts, so dark…
have stolen from your eyes; their spark.

The skies, they darken,
and I am alone.

Midnight,
Alone.
These thoughts, they conquer you,
on and on.

Anita©