Her.
She stands in the space between the earth and the rain,
Singing hymns that rattle off the walls of my brain.
Precisely placing each syllable.
She lays with me.
Gently.
Haunting my mind with blissful images of happiness.
She speaks to me.
Pins and needles,
Wine and romance.
Love.
My only obstacle lies within myself.
I conquest until she lays in my bed,
Spinning a web of true swagger.
Woo the Witch.
Fear.
A dance we know far too well.
Looking into her eyes.
A true goddess.
To her, I am no more than a pawn
Pain.
Screaming, bleeding and broken,
She places her hands on my head.
Opening my eyes, I accept the gift that She is.
Holding her, we fall.
Life.
Meaningless without suffering
Empty without pain
Primal without love
Holding her, we fall.
Fate.
Laying in the hands of time.
The prey devoured by the darkness,
The predator remains in attendance.
Mother Nature weeps in silence.
Her.