Only the moon listens to my story silently

In dark times,

It comforts me

in its cocooned blanket

It whispers to me,

"Come to me dear

I shall protect you

When the demons come

I shall fight for you

When the twilight sets in

I shall wander

And when you blunder

I shall forgive you."

But my cursed heart

Does not yearn for this,

For a world where all is forbidden

Where all is forgiven

And forgotten

It desires adventure

An incredible journey

With darkness

With pain

With passion

And tort.

My stubborn heart

Oh, Heart o' mine

How I wish I could claim

Everything I ever craved

But soon I realised

That it is not a crime

To love what you cannot explain...