Darkness and Warmth

As I kiss the lips of nights gentle embrace,
The darkness brings the candour of lights disgrace,
I cherish not knowing the truth that she brings,
Is she forsaken? Ensnared on demon wings?
With a kiss as sweet as Ambrosia of gods,
Never ending anguish will engulf the odds,
And with indifference, I know she shall fall,
Her grave, the surrender, the longing, the call.
Lonely I sit, deliberating her fate,
To bring darkness and warmth to the city of hate.

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Poem © Phen Weston

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